Saturday, January 18, 2014

After the 3 Bells

Such a quiet hour sounds the 3 Bells,
Who'd imagine such a tumultuous storm,
thoughts flying everywhere!

I don't run,
I anchor myself to my Zafu and
hold fast to my breathing - in, out, in, out,  innnnn, oooooout.

Suddenly the storm passes, as it always does;
Then clear fathomless sky everywhere,
into which I joyfully loose myself!

 
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