Hen Mindfulness

Quietness
teaches
the gross person
of myself
the subtlety and spaciousness
of solitude.
Mindful breathing
helps me
enter in.
Awareness
helps me
rest there.

Like a fat red hen
I peck at the ground
of awareness.

Her walking is
a bell of mindfulness.
With each step
her head moves
forward and backward.
Her awareness of steps
Built right into
her body.

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