Mind Fully More

Mindfulness used to guide
the hand of the craftsman
used to soil and cleanse
the hands of the gardner
seeing bridges, leaping over
mountains of detail separating
the two sides of one eye.

Now a polished and vacuumed
version of this magic word
makes smooth out of rough
chops off the coordinated
fingers than apprehend
now a person is not one
without another’s crisis.

A mind full is not empty
it has work to do and plenty
even a bee embraces a hive
in the cognizant context of
where flowers bloom and when
who’s a threat, who is not and
the stillness that is in death.


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