My face looks more stressed than Guru Rinpoches’ in the mirror
and I smiley say may no one make statues of me.

My life-partner’s patience wears thin it’s a pāramī please forgive him
for having assaulted me & being cruely.

I wouldn’t wish the work of cleaning the dishwasher in the kithchen on my
worse enemy, there’s standing water there approaching seven seasons going
since our move-in.

The conditions are totalitarian so these polar flips,
& I’m close to doing first ever full split soon,
been yogi thru all of it,
neo 2 kenobi–ish anāgāmin.

There is no known stress Buddhamind can’t conform to
(except maybe Coyote’s, idk yet).