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QUIET TIME................................





~~Quiet Time~~

Still the mind
Slow your breath

Breath in
Breath out

So Simple
So difficult

Mind always racing
Soft breath
Hard breath

Breath in
Breath out

So simple
So difficult

~~

Jo

Comments

  1. What beautiful golden light in that photo. Makes me feel all warm and sleepy.

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  2. I couldn't agree with you more Jo, so difficult indeed!

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  3. I can relate to that, very hard...and yet, the harder it gets the more we need it. Blessings Pam

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  4. Love the picture. My quiet time means the world to me. Thanks for this.
    Mary

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  5. Love the poem Jo
    and that picture is stunning.

    I especially love that Buddha lamp.

    Meditation to quiet our storm.
    I often need a reminder to quiet
    the mind.

    Of course I just woke up on
    my lazy boy chair, yawn, that
    was totally unintentional.

    lol

    hugs and blessings
    Sharon
    xoxoxox

    gettin old here

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  6. Oh- You have that right- to still the mind- sounds simple but sooo very difficult- xo Diana

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  7. I too love the photo Jo...

    I don't force my meditations,
    I just 'am' with it.
    Letting thoughts come and go
    at will until I am calm and
    at peace...then it is quiet
    and still. Breathing in
    and breathing out...much
    like taking a power nap,
    He He He well, as Sharon
    describes above.

    May the Blessing of the
    Morning Star light your
    way this day...
    xoxoxo

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