The Day

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The grayness of the day lingered.

Anxiety pulsed into the edges.

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Meditation struggled to calm.

Masked medicals added tension to the day.

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Groceries arrived with gaps.

Educated added slivers of paranoia.

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Walking outside glimpsed normalcy briefly.

Bedtime provided cushion for the gray.

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March 26, 2020

Teaching of the Red-Tailed Hawk

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the large wings of the

red-tailed hawk swish air until

she catches a wind draft

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then – yes then – she glides

I too in uncertainty

move myself around

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‘till I catch the draft

of air and then I relax

I let go in wind

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“remember” I tell

myself – “you can create

hawk’s quiet – just glide”

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March 27, 2020

Twenty Minutes

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searching for magic in meditation

my breath moves out and in – out and in

muscles hold tensions

mantra begins to sound inside my being

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out and in my breath moves out and in

ache to arrive somewhere

mantra reverberates into nothing

time disappears

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arriving disappears

questions slip away

time irrelevant

hold on to nothing

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no questions

no muscles

no holding

only – meditation

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