Happy Birthday, Bunnerton!
My body, poor body, exhausted all last week finds a new day.
Day without nausea, lower back pain, and eating rice.
Rice for meals for many months and I could not do anything,
Anything you pay attention to becomes you.
You become rice and can’t get comfortable except on your stomach,
Stomachs, aches, and eating take so much of our time,
Time like breath comes in and out freely,
Freely breathing, you want there to be some better way.
Better way of coffee or peppermint? To salve a boring life,
Life a body of complaints, dry feeling, and every one’s suffering.
Suffering, wakefulness, and ready to go to work. This must stop.
Stop pondering here and begin this birth day.
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