One foot down. One foot down.
Stuck on the carpet.
Back slightly slumped, curved.
This is no other than enlightenment.
Neither enlightened nor not.
One sees emptiness. One sees form.
Two, I am not.
Two, we are not. Two, it is not.
If you subtract something
from infinity, it is still infinite.
So now I can forget everything
and stop seeking and just rest.

A carnation in front of me
has a white flower.

A man crosses his legs.

This notion of time being vertical.

I breathe a sigh
of relief
that this
is over.