It is enough to simply
walk the dog on a spring morning
when ice cracks beneath your feet
and the sun blazes
through broken clouds.

It’s enough
to sit and eat your breakfast,
the oats and banana
sweet on your tongue.

No need for the mind to churn,
trying to create butter
from sour milk.

No need to plan and calculate
how to get love
from this adulterous world.

It’s already here,
what you spent lifetimes
trying to conjure
from without.

Now, just one glimpse
at the Beloved inside
satisfies those clawing hunger pangs!

You are enough,
as vast as the Universe—
this spinning teardrop globe
but a dream within your
everlasting self.

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