I sit, grounded, earthed. A large boulder in the zen garden of my life.  My thoughts, carefully tended patterns, swirl in the pure raked gravel of my mind.  The single tree, my focus, shaped over many years by careful pruning. Everything is still, serene, unmoving.
"The body is a sacred garment." - Martha Graham
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