Seated cross legged on the ground, eyes closed, she concentrates.
On the beating of her heart. On the steadfast breathing of her lungs. On the rise and fall of her belly.
She feels the pulsating beat of her heart, like a soft but reassuring drumbeat. She feels the rush of blood within her veins. She hears the inhalation and exhalation of her own breath.
Her belly rises and falls.
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Creative Writing Passages Part Two
PoetryThese are ideas and creative words and writing that are only starting to come out. I hope everyone enjoys it and has a comment or two to say.
