Better Than Cross Fit
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1 min readApr 4, 2017
All your lives jostle in your head.
Life is too short for so much noise.
Stop trying to run after shadows.
Plop your ass on a pillow and
settle softly into your breath.
Days and months hurry by.
The seasons bustle each other away.
Your hair turns white; the world shrinks.
Things are lost and people die.
Breathe and be at ease among
life’s cares, changes and loss.
Striving is for the young and
mostly comes to nothing in the end.
No longer your world or place to worry.
Breath, the only constant since birth.
Return to it and reclaim your life, now.
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