
Meditate
Thoughts like clouds.
Passing.
Some are interesting shapes.
Inviting.
Fanciful.
Fleeting.
Is this me?
"I think, therefore I am?"
My thoughts?
Endless thoughts
Endless me?
Emotions arise.
The past replays.
The future beckons.
"Why" demands an answer.
Again
Again
Around
Around
Haven't I seen you before?
Haven't I felt this?
PTSD
Heart rate speeds up
Breathing gets more and more restricted
Mind is hijacked
Skitters
Freezes
Pastpresent as one
Breathe out
Inhale happens
Focus on the temperature of the breath
Feel the warmth of the exhale
Relax into that warmth
Past is past is past, passing, passed, passed
The breath passes
Thoughts passing
Fear past is past
Nothing to cling to
Nothing to define me
Nothing is my true state
Doing nothing
In beauty
Doing nothing
A giveaway dance with the plants
Doing nothing, still my heart beats
Beats as one with the heartbeat of the earth
Green blessings
Joy
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