The moon shines
through the clear ice
of a cool, still pond.
No sound.
Only the cool breeze's
crisp, traveling, flow,
cleansing everything.
This isolated place,
forgotten, remembered.
Teaching
the cold patience
of winter.
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MEDITATION INSTRUCTION BY DAN RODMAN
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