You start by taking your breathing into the bottom of your belly, letting it round, and then allowing the air to tip toe out of its own accord, no force from you. Then you close your eyes and try to savor the ease of each breath; allowing yourself to notice the lesson of letting go happening over and over again. We have been taught to compete and work extra hard for everything, but approaching meditation like that impedes progress. You don’t have to race to yourself, and you certainly don’t have to race to peace. Remember that it is already there, hiding underneath, not even hiding – perhaps waiting is a better word. Learn from your breathing, you don’t have to cling to things to feel complete. In the same way that you let go of each breath with the full trust that another is on the way, let that be an example for your life. Having almost drowned twice I have a sincere appreciation for the air that I can always call upon. You are afraid to die because you love being here, problems and all. Embrace the fact that you love life and all its richness. The roller coaster of experience and the wide-eyed stories you tell, you love it all. Isn’t it true that even the tears feel good when they have been cried? Such sweet emotional release woven into it all. That deep feeling of gratitude for life and air, though taught in a traumatic moment, was a gift to me. Life is a gift to you, and to us all. Enjoy this beautiful day!
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Sweet sultry silent sound
Beyond the sphere cosmic bound
Dancing perfect and quiet melody
All asleep, the hour past three
Closed rapid moving eyes
Hear the snore’s dream filled sighs
That aim to take away restful peace
But angels protect as pain is ceased
Wake you will I comfortably dare
To see astral sparkles on eye lash hair
Catch them will I in cup of hand
To keep in heart crossing deserted land
Kevon Simpson © 2015
You have shown me your soft
I will not make fun of it
that would make you cry
you are all pillows on the inside
you want someone to lay on you
all night and into the morning
flip you over on the cool side
you are cool, too cool for school
and I see it on the surface
fancy casing from the discount store
where you hide down feathers
they don’t fly anymore
fluff them a little my darling
those soft soft insides of yours
nothing sexual, all tender wound
you have shown me your soft
and I will not make fun of it
nor reveal secrets of your crumbling
I have no desire to manipulate
the canvas of your life
see here, I don’t even lend colors
I just show you your crayons
how could you forget the rainbow
damn it! You are the gold
at the end.
by Kevon Simpson © 2014
Feet of a broken heart are swift to start,
to find thy gift from which thy parts.
Remember it not, and forget the most,
the one who helped and held you close.
The time will come for those tears again,
and you will need the forgotten friend.
Forgiveness knows no lock and key,
except thy heart’s lonely plea.
by Kevon Simpson © 2014
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