Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind’s
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer.
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Art credit: Untitled illustration of "hands in meditation with tree," mixed media, by Elena Ray.
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