I am that body. Sedated
to prevent convulsion
into permanent stillness. I am
all bodies in motion
and at unrest. I am
this living
moment
where all fury and blame
are rubbed out. Fragile shell—
I am one too.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Beautiful. In the spirit of the Zen poets.
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Thanks Joan. Maybe a rather unsettled Zen poet. ; )
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