poem #54

I can’t count my breaths.
Failure is still a success,
sitting it’s own reward.


This is an imperfect haiku (5-7-6). I’m trying to capture that day (like today) where everything goes from okay to AHHHHHH as the day progresses. Sometimes tasks stack up, we go into overdrive/overload, and we inevitably stumble or “fail.” And I have to remind myself that’s okay. And to remember the Taoist farmer, and just keep sitting.

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