I am remembering a poem that went: I have to live with myself and so, I have to be fit for myself to know.
What is fit?
Do I lift weighty words with my mind?
Purify the spaces in my head with meditation?
Run lines of Rumi through my mind until my breath breathes Hu?
Do I walk one step at a time remembering that when I breathe in I smile?
What if I am not calm when I breathe out?
I repeat.
In a flurry of headkeeping, I repeat and repeat and repeat.
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