Thoughts which are Unconducive to Meditation:

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Thoughts which are Unconducive to Meditation:

Thoughts next to a river should be easy to quiet,

But the predictable trickle isn’t so tranquil.

Breathe. Exhale. Breathe.

I try to focus on a word, on a sound,

Only to be interrupted by a bird,

By a rustle, by heavy thoughts

about urban sprawl.

Is it the virus of the century or

beauty in the eye of the beholder?

STOP

Must push the thoughts from my head, refocus on my breathing.

Breathe. Exhale. Breathe.

If I can’t escape the words themselves,

A rhythm perhaps to narrow them:

Need to feed,

Need to seed,

Want to grow,

Need to know,

Fed with greed,

Drank like mead,

Breathe. Exhale. Breathe.

Happiness momentarily grasped,

Control finally released. 

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