This is practice,
and I am in training.

I meditate,
and the mind jumps
like a caffeinated kangaroo.

This is practice,
and I am in training.

I breathe,
feel the equanimity,
until someone in the office
pushes one of my several buttons.

This is practice,
and I am in training.

I pray, heart open,
one with the Divine,
until I recall an old hurt, an unkind word.

This is practice,
and I am in training.

So I return
    to meditation,
    to the breath,
    to prayer,
    to life…

…because it's a practice,
and I am in training.

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