Swimming

Anne Scott MusilContemplative

in the littered kitchen rubbing dirty pots and hot i think of swimming still cold dark-green water where I move somehow (a poor swimmer)

then of that other plunging rising from the messy heat of pots food talk without leaving them - meditation

but how do that rising plunging while scrubbing hot how love my pots my scouring pad?

attention will dissolve sore feet itches I have read that teaching's best or just the mantra sound which does that wordlessly

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