Meditation Poem Series: #38

I had to meditate in my daughter’s play room, because my room was so cold. For some odd reason, the vent in my room doesn’t work well…so really hot in summers, and cold in winters. I’m just grateful I have a home. 🙂

Meditation Poem #38
every morning is new
so is thoughts rising
and falling

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