My Eightfold Path (haiku)

Show up each new day,
As faithful as dawn breaking—
Rising, returning.

Spine tall, follow breath;
With intention, stay present—
Clouds drift, untroubled.

Like a night watchman 
Thoughts appear from empty dark—
Watch all that arise

Pause before speaking;
In stillness, a door opens —
Let words fall gently

Act, or leave undone?
Trust the training you have shaped—
All threads interweave.

They swarm like locusts;
Tend the inner field with care—
Love becomes the yield.

Life, a passing dream—
Nothing stands alone or fixed;
All dissolves, in time
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