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Sep 2013
Zen. A quiet state which calms the mind.
Yawning, breathing, searching within.
Xerxes the King should have searched within,
which might have led to realizing he was
vain in his attempt to be a God.
Using Zen brings me a peace,
tomorrow I will benefit,
serving in a tranquil state of mind.
Reach for your toes, breathe.
Quietly pant, feeling the rhythm,
pulling the air in, pushing it out.
Overkill is not the object,
never feel tension,
make every movement relaxing.
Laugh with your body as a joy,
knuckle relaxing joy,surges.
Jasmine scented candles flickering
inside the window, like laughing spirits.
However long you wish to sit,
give yourself over for that time.
Forget about the work ahead,
eternal armistice can be anyone's.
Dauntless and disciplined are we,
countless one's who sit and feel.
Believe in the Zen, who calls her children,
Acquitting us with power, with understanding.
Aubrey Rose
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