Zen Like Practice - Poem by Neil Crawford
A day of deliberate, deliberating actions,
much like micro meditations.
The making of a bed, the recycling
of a bottle.
The tying, no the taming of tumbleweed paper
into monumental bundles.
No great deeds or even thoughts,
that has been the essence of this day.
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