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Meditation


 

I've found my way of meditating here

I circle round a giant tree in the center of the terrace

Autumnal leaves fall and onlookers gawk

I listen to music and think about art and love and kindness

Some people bark from the windows

And the L train screeches by on the rusted tracks

Sometimes it rains, and that's even more beautiful

I would try silence but it's already late late

And I'm already skittish

Even the people barking scare me sometimes

But then I remind myself

My beloveds back home love me

I love me

And best of all in this moment, the music loves me

And since Art is my religion

That is all I need

So I listen intently as I circle around the giant changing tree

I breathe deeply and I let myself feel

That is how I've taught myself to meditate

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