Wait for a while at the side of this path of meditation
and you will notice, if you are lucky,
the simplicity of each inhalation and exhalation
and fighting to just keep pace with the busy mind.
There is no way to quantify kindness
like this simple act of each human life.
The act of breathing is the skilled
and mindful mining of the essence of air.
That generous openness is all that is ever necessary
to let the lungs nurse a life
from each individual breath.
And on this morning,
sitting quite as a lily on the surface of the pond,
I will sojourn on the edge of a pillow
in the middle of abundant love.
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