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Apr 2014
I sit, breathe in
eyes closed
feel my breath in my lungs
notice my eyes open and hands reach for the computer
remember I'm meditating and close them again, pulling my hands back to my lap
breathe again
listen to the neighbors chit chat outside my window
the sound of which has no meaning and is only melodious like birds singing
breathe out
phone rings
all of 15 seconds I could meditate
now it's time for more chronic busyness
doing absolutely nothing
ahhhhh
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