Breaking The Rhyme Of Thought

The thought of what has happened,
The thought of what will happen,
Is a rhyme the mind keeps playing,
Our being imprisoned, keeps listening.

Sitting down quietly, being aware of the breath
Sometimes stops this song, and there is silence,
A silence so fragile that it often breaks,
But as we bring the awareness back,
This silence widens, immersing our being,
We feel light, as if falling from the top
But not plunging, but floating in space,
One with the world, one with Oneness
Cradled with peace and calm and
Lullabies of bliss.


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