I alone am dull
Wandering on the mountain trail

My akward shoulder

I like it here
It is quiet
It is still

I do not need to be entertained
Desireless
Not knowing
And not ever wanting to know
About the union of man and woman

No job to go to
Eating Cheerios
Listening to the Tao Te Ching

Misery is the root of happiness

That without substance
Can enter where there is no room

He who is attached to things will suffer much