Mindfulness Poem by Brian Taylor

Mindfulness



Blondin above Niagara,
the rope begins to sway.
The rocks below are grinning.
Every step is Judgement Day.

Hermit in the forest,
the mind begins to play.
Māra’s hosts are grinning.
Every thought is Judgement Day.

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