No Time at All

Bodhichitta practice. Slow.
No striving. No reaching.

We breathe into the heart center
and find it armored.
Of course it’s armored.
We breathe anyway.

To make friends with a feral cat
we sit nearby. For a day, a week,
a month, a year.
As long as it takes.

One day we may find ourselves
sitting alongside.

A day is a long time.
A lifetime is no time at all.

It rained overnight.
The snow fell this morning.
Now the wind blows.

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