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At Bangkok market I see steamed fish with chins tucked.

Watching them, I feel difficult to breathe.

As a mankind

back of neck has natural curve.

skull sits above spine effortlessly.

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Forcing oneself to be good,

tend to shift neck backwards, tuck chin strongly.

Can’t breath. Tense neck, shoulder muscles and mind.

Chin show state of mind.

Upper angle shows desire and arrogance.

Lower angle shows depression and humble.

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Slightly bring chin forward,

keep upper teeth horizontally, lower teeth away from upper.

Rise up skull. Chest comes up together.

Breathe calmly.

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World is seen as it is.

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In a Dhamma talk in Singapore, Ajahn Pandit talked
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meditation is like sitting at the top of pole, requires sharp alertness.
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I practice Salamba Sirasana – head standing 10 mins a day.
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It requires good structure, concentration and relax.
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otherwise can’t stay, falling down.
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I become a stem. Above feet a lotus flower is blooming.
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Wind blows.
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Lotus swings.
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Stem pliably moves.
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Wind stops
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Stem comes back being upright.
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Looks like nothing happened.
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Wind blows from outside and inside
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Over the flexible straight stem
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Consciousness blooms quietly gracefully
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Arrange for leaving.

Evacuate things from home.

Say good bye with un-partable friends one by one.

Hugging brings last energy exchange.

With so much sorrow

Unplug my life in the city of Angels.

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Take flight.

Still can’t believe I was leaving.

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Arrive at unknown place.

Find no wired connection is simple and pleasant

with feeling I am fully charged by friends, still connected though air.

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Slowly mindfully looking for a place I’m connecting.

How is the taste of energy here?

Wind blowing.

I lived in Singapore

moved to Bangkok 10 years ago.

Now I moves back to Singapore again.

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Singapore is changed a lot.

Still find many ex-view at street corners.

Feel lost in the past… or future.

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Where is my days in Bangkok? My precious decade?

Time becomes illusions.

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I am standing alone in this moment at somewhere I am.

That is all I know.

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