Spirit of breath and practice, holy mystery of movement and stillness,
grant me the discipline to just sit here, though the old fires still burn in me.
Grant me the wisdom to remain plainspoken at the doorstep of the mind’s
entanglements. Let me keep a balanced, empty mind.
Grant me patience, not only for my own sake, but for the sake of others.
Wherever I am, may I not lose the sight to truly see the colors, forms, shapes
all around me, then and there.
And whenever I walk, may I have the sense to notice the soles of my feet
touching the ground, meeting the earth – even when they are housed in shoes.
C.M. Rivers 
Thank you for this.
After a shattering and upset this week. These words are like salve on a wound. Yes, to enter into silence and stillness consciously is a needed act.
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