Orchids and
    Luscious green leaves,
    A meditator's proxy
    For the axis of
    The mind

    I find my spirit
    Has exhausted
    Its capacity to deal
    With the world
    And I'm in agony
    From the wound

    I distill my grief
    To adapt to the
    Present moment,
    I'm ripping off
    Every illusion,
    Daring to bleed

    I concentrate
    The pain, but
    I don't want relief:
    I want life -
    No enlightenment for me
    But living

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...