sunday afternoon before 3
a few flakes of snow fall
the cat sleeps curled up
i read other people's poetry
it is a forgetting of self
a release like looking at snow flakes
reading another poet
now again hearing people
in the apartment above
creaking creaking walking shuffling
bumping banging shifting creaking
thumping walking
putting on a cd of music
sounds above move to the background
in all this there is a mantra
that is very specific for what i notice
... whatever sounds are heard
... be they pleasant or annoying
... hear them as sounds of emptiness
... remain in that state without judgment
i am connected so intimately
with every sense and creature perceived
every person i am with in poems
snow cats music and walkers above
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