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Sunday, November 20, 2016

Paradox on the Mat

To meditate
Is to prepare
For immersion in
An eternal present 
Undefined by a past
That never happened and
A future that will never arrive

By sitting cross-legged
Leaning neither forward
Nor back but with
Shoulders aligned and
Head held high
Letting slip all
Ten thousand things
Into the accord
Of by and by

Letting mind drift
Like the wind as it passes
Through the wheat
Of the here and now
Unthreshed and

Yet holding onto truth
In a small bundle
Of energy compacted
Into the mudra of
Hands encircled
But unclasped

Drawing by Christine Shields

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