Tonight’s sit was another dragon ride. A maelstrom of thoughts whirled throughout the mind. I returned again and again to the breath, rooting the awareness down in the hara.
But even through such cognitive dervish-whirling, a pinch of clarity arose.
through
the clouds…
moon
De Jackson hosts dverse poets’ Quadrille #193: Poems in a Pinch.
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