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psych mōd

psych mōd

deep breathing no longer
a tool for peace
dharma doesn’t put the mind
at ease
waking up in the middle
of the night
wondering why no one
said anything real

thought
after sitting across from enough patients one recognizes pain and truth without so much as a blink. when the work hat comes off and those same eyes gaze off to seek comfort, they do so in search of nakedness, the kind that has nothing to hide, nothing to show and nothing to tell.
that’s what i thought as he chatted. i knew he felt alone. after sitting across from enough well surrounded people one recognizes the loners without so much as a blink.

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