Yet my mind pushes the envelope
Niggling at me
Reminding me to send this text or call that one
While I’m sitting here doing this
Sitting still even for moments
Finding some quiet in the middle
Of so much muck in this world
It’s like
Walking along a thin line
A thin place
between this world and whatever it is that is more
That I cannot touch
I get afraid
I stop and shiver inside
I don’t want to be in the bardo
That place of transition
Yet somehow that’s where I’ve landed
Unknowingly at first
Now though, there are familiar landmarks
That used to be signals of danger
Feel the intense urgency
Helplessness, suffering
Pause, find the ground
Maybe this is doing one thing at a time
– Charlotte Nuessle, 3/28/26
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