Gaze at an object, one eye open,
the other closed, then switch eyes.
A similar, less than an eye wink,
shift in perspective involving
not a sound nor fragrance,
not a leaf's tremble nor a change of mind
will alter potentially above,
the heavens; the earth below,
yielding a proximate realm
where one's self might be lost;
something palpable to cling to;
odorless to trail, stationary to follow,
wordless to read, thoughtless
to learn and become wise.
A way to choose, abandoning choice,
discernment, autonomy and desire.
O child of God, a way also of just sitting
or engaging in a duel to the death.
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