Beginner’s Mind

I hover in time,
Hands pressed
On the pulse of air,
Mind,
Minutes.

Fear clouds time’s weight,
Like ink in the water,
And I struggle to own
That I’m blind.

Wait
For the ink to settle.
Wait
For time to pass.

Do not thrash,
Quiet!

Remember,
I
Don’t
Know.

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