A poetic chant that came to me before a philosophical conversation earlier today.
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1
The morning tree wavers, but the mind does not.
The mind, unwavering, is full of stillness.
2
When one thing comes to it, the mind takes the thing in hand.
That and that thing only.
When another thing comes to it, then the mind takes that thing in hand.
That and that thing only.
3
When each thing comes to it, the mind comes to it with ease.
The transition is as natural as the music sounding through the morning tree.
The mind, unmoving, listens still.
Andrew James Taggart, Practical Philosopher, Ph.D. 