Category: Meditation
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Seven attempts to settle my mind
i. my mind chews its way through each of my lessons spitting back what the animal dislikes savoring its own justifications ii. I am lost – outbursted, debris stirred-up from head to toe, carnivorous, unyielding – yet you wait for me, still iii. storm rides its pounding path overhead swallows me while the eye between…
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As we begin
rain falls from fog through sleeping branches (frail, broken sticks?), soaks with slippery ease into soil to restore them Note: For my friends at Yoga North as teacher training begins.
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The hill faraway
The hill stands innocent as it always has – empty now, or perhaps drowsily crossed by weekend strollers. What is left of you there, your fellow soldiers: the mud of your steps, blood melting the snow? I breathe in here, where I am now, and wonder if walkers there breathe you in. I ask if…
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Buddhista 3
It is a miracle that you survive day after long day in the cold, under rain, through whining wind. Once, as snow fell, a smirk edged your lips but it slipped under by the time I looked firm. I ask, are you a ghost? Yet day after long day, you hold steady, build moment after…
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