excerpt ~the white-robed monk

I am sitting in quietness.
The winds of my life
Are blowing around me
And within me.
But I am quiet,
Sitting,
Breathing,
Breathing in the quiet place…

…Breathing in the quiet place
Centered
In stillness
The ebb
And flow
Of my breathing
Is a gentle ocean
Moving within me.
My inner being
Lies silent as the sands
While the waves of my life,
The waves of my breathing,
Rise and fall upon it.

~Ira Progoff, The White-Robed Monk

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