Meditation

She said, she collected experiences:
men she married, careers she climbed
mountains she conquered, marathons she ran
all of them brilliant and exhausting.
When she was finally out of breath

he said he collects breaths
sitting in his chair 
every morning
each inhalation
a rapt invitation
stepping down  
an inner ladder

each exhalation 
expelling the chatter 
of his jumpy mind
and inspiring him
into a place 
of gentle motives
stepping lightly 

breathing deeper 
down to the core
with the golden center
until it glows, grows
radiates out	 
the experience 
of peace.  

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