Meditating On Strength
Poem Strength. Where does it come from? Where does it hide? Lurching behind the corners of your worthless mind. This inner deep desire to leave it the past behind. To smile and face...
Tagged: yoga
Breaking Through
Haibun Poem Tuesday evening zazen — not an “ease in” sore thighs and forearms burning, mid-spine vertebra numb legs all troubling thoughts from this morning so much crumbled dust no fresher feeling than recovery...
