When there is nothing at risk,

And nothing to run away from,

There is peace.

But there is always something at risk,

Always something to run away from,

And therefore, no peace.

The mind is a master

At finding things to keep us stuck,

Like flies on fly paper.

It is sticky,

And once we are caught,

We struggle futilely.

So we must not cling to anything.

For it is in emptiness,

that we find peace,

It is in emptiness,

That we are free.

Published by janetlandis

I am a mother, a nurse, a caregiver and a writer.

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