scanning the body head to foot
with steel mind and equanimous
legs crossed and eyes closed
scanning every cells and nerves he comes across

scanning scattered thoughts in the dark cell
where sankharas clung from a shipwreck years
bleeding in pain but still and sharp
cutting every root of miseries and wraths

dissecting, disintegrating the body piece by piece
with steel mind and equanimous
observing thousands of rising sensations
with the wisdom of anicca anicca anicca

sleeping volcanoes arisen
despairs dissolve to dust
vibration flows, space free
metta runs from the depth of a milky way

scanning, dissecting, disintegrating
with steel mind and equanimity
wisdom of anicca anicca anicca
purifying the galaxy from the ******* of dukkha

anicca anicca anicca
paññā paññā paññā

You said--
in a while everything

every thought, every feeling
anger, sadness, becomes an itch

and it will leave you
as the river is not the same

river, as the desert is not
the same sand.

Tell me again how it is when
I have yet to learn how long

a while takes
to be someone new, to be

just a little bit different--
how we used to

and how I used to.