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Meditation



the meditation is

over


time has stretched, and tumbled

like tumbleweed


and skated in and around

and through this group


sitting still


honouring stillness

dynamic stillness

filled with the inner work

of rediscovery

and recognition


my eyes remaining closed

I hear the rustle and whisper

of movement

as those around me

rouse themselves and slowly

enter the fray


hushed voices greeting

one another

footfall muffled

rounded sound


gentle emergence

from quietude

and respect for

for those still

still


and, I am warmed

by their encircling, whispered

song




Annie Kiyonaga


2002






 
 
 

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