The Art of Intimacy, A Sutta
Wherever you might find yourself
Stop, be quiet and still, grow roots of attention
Not about you or around you, but in you and through you
There too you will find your breathing
Take to heart the long and the short of it
For it will surely come and go, your life in this motion
Use this moment to inhabit your skin, do not abandon it
There too you will find your body, living
Investigate the traces of your own thriving
Prickling and softening, life as it moves you
Feel your desires warm, bubbling, hotly compelling, then cooling
There too you will find your self, reacting
Listen as your mind speaks to you
Be thankful you have this chance to notice the nuance
Stay with it, watch it work, learn your machinations
There too you will find freedom with your thinking
Watch, if you will, the waxing and waning
See the creation and disintegration of each minute
Be a witness to what has passed within and without you
There too you will find intimacy with being
— by April Resnick
Figure Sitting on Boat In Desert, by Euan MacLeod
This poem was inspired by my understanding of, and practice with, the Anapanasati Sutta.
sometimesihatemycat 
fibrous -‘grow roots of attention’ – breathing, lovely
Thanks again for reading and commenting. It is nice to know that perhaps sometimes what I write comes across as it was intended. Much appreciation to you.