Tuesday morning
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Hands and feet so cold
	sitting in meditation

The gong sounds
	eyes open again

The cold has brought snow
	filling the valley with silent beauty

Tears of joy flow
	the lesson for today

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Eyes closed in meditation again.

The sound of snow
	melting, dripping from the trees

The sound of quail
	chutting, passing by

A tear forms
	slowly finding its path

What joy! Two lessons before lunch!

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Brown rice and squash
	bowl warming the hands

Pen, paper, and something to write
	the day is complete

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The ring on my (stolen from silli artie at hotmail dot com) hand grows heavy
	my heart troubled and confused

Must I choose between the Path and the ring
	for if I must, I must choose the ring

But wait- "All is clear, only I am cloudy."

Our love flows from giving
	and in Dhamma it will grow

(Now I'm just confused)

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Thursday
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So cold, feet, hands, nose
Body stiff and sore
Mind cloudy and unfocused

Big lunch, long nap
The second gong awakens me

Hands and feet so warm!
Body moving easier, vision so vibrant
Mind so clear and focused.

What a tyrant this body is!

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