Nothing More

 
 
 
Hands in my lap, back pressed
against a smooth cool cliff,
work done for the day.
 
Bowl filled with clear water
awaiting its mate,
moonshine.
 
From the heart
a light shines outward,
illuminating itself in every direction.
 
All that appears is only myself,
yet I am neither this nor that.
 
Prayer flags flutter
in the evening breeze —
 
nothing more to say.

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