Poems

The Stopped Breath…

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Between breathing in and out,
And between out and in,
There is a magic Zen moment,
A moment in which we can access infinity.

We stop our breath to concentrate.
To draw a straight line freehand,
To listen intently,
Before we pee or poo,
And even before we vomit.
A moment of perfect Zen.

When we meditate, these are our magic moments.
Like the pauses between waves rolling in and out.
We learn to extend our Zen from these pauses.
And how to extend and deepen our breathing.

When in combat we can’t match breath to technique.
So breathing has to be natural.
When we collide with the opponent,
Or when we need to focus,
We momentarily stop our breath.
For perfect concentrated Zen.

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