Poems & Thoughts of Rob Taylor

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

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