When you're at rest and your mind
Is at peace, at last, the entire world
Starts to run as it runs itself so that
Nothing is real and nothing unreal,
Nothing is here and nothing there,
Nothing is done and nothing undone.
When you're at ease and your mind
Is at peace at the very end of the day,
You're neither adhering to reality,
Nor getting stuck in the dusk mirages,
You are neither silly nor wise,
Just like a genuine writer who writes
What must be written -- something
Like this 14-line piece of indifference.
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