Meditate on feeling. The heart has its own poem. Meditate on feeling. Feel it rise from the unknown. Slow the running stream. Just sit and let it pool. Empty out your thoughts. Let the bowl become the meal. Empty out your thoughts. Let the nothing touch the real.

This was the last stanza of Brian Michael Tracy’spoem Meditate on Feeling. I particularly like the line let the bowl become the meal. It is a metaphor for the mind and body.

Too often we think we are our mind. We are much more than that. Talk to any body centered person and you will recognize how much wisdom they access from their body. It’s like learning a new language. And it is one you definitely want to learn!

Reid Peterson

 


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