The infinite moment

You rush to work, then you rush to rest
only to watch for the moment next to work:
Get out of the cycle, get out!
You have forgotten the infinite moment

© Meisaan Chan

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Snapping

I love how almonds snap beneath my teeth;
one day, I might be old enough to have no teeth
and dream my days away of snapping

© Meisaan Chan

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Early indicators

The body is a lightning rod for God
and will tell you many things first

© Meisaan Chan

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Picking and choosing

You can only accept deepest joy
when you decide to accept it all

© Meisaan Chan

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Balance

Yes, there is a lot of suffering in the world
but don’t forget, a lot of joy

© Meisaan Chan

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Open your body unto me, says the Lord

Open your body unto me, says the Lord
and let me touch you there;
relax, O my love,
and let me touch you there

© Meisaan Chan

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The Ever-Patient

All things fail except for the thing that does not;
All breath stops except for the breath that goes on;
All beauty draws to a close except for that one beauty enduring;
and it waits for us to realize, and waits, and waits

© Meisaan Chan

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A pondering about heaven

If heaven were influenced by collective deeds
jails would cease to exist: convicts would be sentenced to do good works, for
we could not afford to have able-bodied, potential do-gooders
to sit in jail and not work to affect the balance.
The weight of each of our actions would add to the tipping, one way or another.
Institutions would be rewarded heavily for the amount of goodness they produce.
American individualism would make no sense.

If heaven were influenced by collective belief
– that is, if enough of us didn’t believe, then none of us would get there –
it would quite possibly create more violence
each trying to convert the other, make the other submit to the right –
but that is similar to where we are right now.
That is strange, don’t you think: it is quite similar to where we are now.

© Meisaan Chan

 

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Trust in slowness

Trust in slowness
trust in trusting rhythm
trust in the breath

© Meisaan Chan

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In one sense, you come to the end

In one sense, you come to the end
In another sense, there is no end

© Meisaan Chan

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