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Doorstep Ashram

Updated: Apr 17

Thursday 13th April 2023

Sat Crossed leg,

Half lotus,

Incense burning,

Wafting in the wind.

The sun kissing my face

As I breathe consciously.

A shadow falls across my face

"sorry" says the postman

As I take my mail on the doorstep.

"No problem" I assert.

I am all tits and fluffy slippers

On a pink fluffy heart cushion.

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