Penelope Connor — ink girl poet

Mala Meditation

through my fingers
one, two, three beads
mantra whispered
count with me
each breath follows
one breathed before
turn at the tassel
one-hundred-eight more

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October 1, 2015September 30, 2015 penconnorbreathe, meditation, peace, silence

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