Poem · May 28, 2020
simple meditation
Mike,
Told your mom i'd send this.
Breath
Without effort,breath draws in,and turns out.In that way,life proceedswithout strain.Simultaneously,outside and inare mixed.Yet so like the mind.
5 minutes, sit comfortably, feel the breathmove in, pause;move out, pause.
When loose track, come back.No criticism.
Simple, plain; verses confusion.
Rob