Bathed in sublime morning sunlight
Cascading, through Georgian windows
Reflecting, from the chrome on my pencil
Yet no sooner said than gone
Replaced by cloud-covered grey light
As if in readiness, or preparation
For the first guided meditation of the day
A body-scan meditation
With a quietly spoken teacher
Who said thanks for the beautiful morning
Who asked all to think well of themselves
I struggled a little bit
With the intake of white smoke
With the expulsion of black smoke
Though I was ok with breathing
I am ok with breathing
I breathe in
I breathe out
With eyes closed, or with eyes open
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