Tying a Knot for Peace of Mind

Putting down a pattern of beliefs
The limits of the self become less clear

Other creatures, and time, and molecules
and the moon and all that

Open the fridge, prepare food,
click the oven timer

Unsure what I hold in these two hands,
what I hold inside, let’s say my being

But it seems to become even more
in rare moments like these

Seems to rise like steam,
glisten like a cracked egg

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