Almost Nothing
Once
it seemed like
nothing was ever good enough,
and I suffered greatly
in the midst of plenty.
Experience
has taught me
that Almost Nothing
is more than enough
if you surround yourself
with gratitude.
This entry was posted on February 6, 2015 at 10:20 pm and is filed under Acknowledgement, Appreciation, Bardo Thordol, Escape Velocity, gratitutde, Jantor To The Temple Of The Holy of Holies, Knowledge, Memoires of a Post-Neo Dharma Bum, Sentience, the willing suspension of disbelief, The Wisdom, Theater of the Mind, Uroboros, Vision Quest, Zen with tags Confessions of a Mad Philosopher, Dharma, Gratitude, Knowledge, Love, Poetry, Sanctuary, Sentience, The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, Wisdom, Zen. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
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