In Between
Somewhere in between
The in breath,
And the out breath,
Is silence.
Therein,
There lies a tiny death.
The death of desire,
When time stops
It is
The fleetest of moments,
A tiny eternity
Of peace.
In Between
Somewhere in between
The in breath,
And the out breath,
Is silence.
Therein,
There lies a tiny death.
The death of desire,
When time stops
It is
The fleetest of moments,
A tiny eternity
Of peace.
Mick Canning 
Love this
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Thanks you.
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Really like that Mick. Makes you think.
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Thanks, Jonno. Hopefully, more of a meditation…
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Lovely poem Mick.
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Thank you, Rupali.
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As the others have said, love it.
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Thank you.
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You manage to pack a lot into just a few words! And do it very well, too.
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Thanks, Ann. Perhaps I should make all my posts short ones!
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Good one, Mick. Both words and the picture.
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Thanks, Arv!
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🙂
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Zen-like. [Nod of approval.]
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Noted.
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Ataraxie?
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That would be one word for it.
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