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Bliss Farmer

10/22/2014

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I'm hungry and try to meditate,
It works half-heartedly
But awareness I cannot demonstrate.
It tingles but does not cultivate.

I chase after feelings of bliss
Rather than enjoy the moments kiss.
Keeping track of when she comes
Bliss is just so tempting.

To remain detached is so important
I must remember, all feelings are dormant
Lest I attribute them to my persona.
A weak inference, I am golden.

Emanuel Caparelli

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