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"It Sought" by johntaiyu

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All my life
has been
the belief
I am
a broken toy,

in need
of something
other
for completion's
sake,

without which
I am doomed.

We're all
probably
a bit
like this,
though the it
sought
varies.

I was nearly 50
before challenging
incompleteness
itself,

and even then,
that sense
I'm flawed
remains
not much farther
than the closest
nearby
shadow,

although
hardly anyone dies
from sitting zazen
and drinking coffee.

Progress is progress,
no matter
how mundane.



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On Friday August 3rd, 2007, CorruptedLittleGirl (345) writes:
This really hit home. Very well-expressed. I guess that feeling of incompleteness just needs to be accepted and embraced, somehow... as hard as it is.


On Friday August 3rd, 2007, saintedmad (1142) writes:
pure unabashed genius in the idea of IT. . .. i would argue the mundacity of any amount of progress.....self-realization and our own SELF just BEing 'us' is progress towards peace.....your words are wise and glowing; a candle of repose...



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