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I sit and watch the sense
I’m missing something.
Something to eat, something to do, something to feel?
Everything I need is here already
No reason to be unsteady.
It’s an illusion, a dream
Seeing the light reflecting as water on the desert sand
Does not quench my thirst.
The fire on the movie screen
Does not warm my hands.
There is nothing to do,
nowhere to go.
Just be here with the flow.
Tell the sense of lack to go!
It’s the missing of that which I already am.
Like having my eyeglasses on
But I think I have to find them.
Now, I use the missing to know,
I am already one with the flow!