Breathing in, the steady calls of creek frogs before dawn
Breathing in, the sound of surf at the beach
Breathing in, the rising chorus of birdsong at the first sign of light
Breathing in, the mist moving through pines
Breathing in, setting out orioki and the aromas of breakfast
Breathing in, the creaking of rafters as the zendo warms
Breathing in, a ceremony for planting the season's first seeds
Breathing in, a walk through the garden into the hills
Breathing in, afternoon tea and conversation
Breathing in, heavy rain on the zendo roof
Breathing out, the close of the retreat, sitting in the sun.
Breathing in, the sound of surf at the beach
Breathing in, the rising chorus of birdsong at the first sign of light
Breathing in, the mist moving through pines
Breathing in, setting out orioki and the aromas of breakfast
Breathing in, the creaking of rafters as the zendo warms
Breathing in, a ceremony for planting the season's first seeds
Breathing in, a walk through the garden into the hills
Breathing in, afternoon tea and conversation
Breathing in, heavy rain on the zendo roof
Breathing out, the close of the retreat, sitting in the sun.
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