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The Breeze Is Me

This morning’s practice…

Paddled kayak to the middle of the lake. Stopped. Closed my eyes. Felt the breeze. Focused on my breath.

Breathe in the breeze. Breathe out the breeze. Breathe in, accept the breeze. Breath out, return the breeze. Breath in, join the breeze. Breathe out, become the breeze. Breathe in. Breathe out.

I am the breeze. I have always been the breeze. Never separate from the breeze. The breeze is me.

Finish each day and be done with it…

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson, in a letter to his daughter

They Asked If I Believed In God

Have you seen a flower?

Truly seen a flower?

If you’ve truly seen a flower

Then you know

That all of time

The entire universe

All of existence

The birth of stars

The spinning of planets

The death of creatures

And all that ever occurred

Was contained in a single seed

That sprouted and bloomed

So that you could see that flower

At that time

In that place

Only you

And, sometime, after that flower dies

It will take you

It will take the whole of the universe

All that was created in it

Along with it

That flower is god

And so are you