mindfulness of the breath,
a single leaf of the tallest
sycamore falling easy
onto earth today.
awareness of feeling,
a sensing with curiosity
the leaf’s texture
in time
between two
fingers
alive in light.
presence in the body,
a locating what is real
in the simple physicality
of this moment,
found again
and again
and again.
entering the temple of being,
a gentle shift
allowing each
tree leaf
feeling body
breath thought
an attentive
spacious
home
of quiet
accepting
care.
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