Poem: Starting

Starting

A deep breath.
And another.
Letting the poison out.
And the fresh air in.

About this poem

As most of you know, I try to do meditation each day, typically first thing in the morning.

Strange to think something so simple can be so profound in its effect.

On to the day,

Tom

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