When first I stopped
Intent to learn to breathe,
My focus of attention was my nose.
The feel of cool air coming in.
Feeling my breath in
Observing, my breath out
Next, working down
I felt my upper chest
Rise and fall, stretching out and sinking in,
Pushing the fabric of my clothes.
Feeling my breath in
Observing, my breath out
Awareness dawned
Deep down within my frame
The muscles of my diaphragm, moving.
The invisible origin.
Drawing my breath in
Then pushing my breath out
The warm breath out
Almost goes unnoticed
As does time, between the start and finish.
So much takes place instinctively
Drawing my breath in
Then pushing my breath out
As my breath leaves
And I just let it go
It leaves an emptiness above my chest,
A relief, down deep inside me
Drawing my breath in
Relaxing my breath out
This like my thoughts,
My focus often on
The newest, freshest one, whilst deep beneath
That which conceived it, stays unseen.
I can hold them in
I can let them flow out
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May 2020
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