He sits and lets thoughts come to him,
but they come from him.
He sees them come to him
and pass through him.
He sits and lets thoughts that come from him
go out from him
and pass by.
He sees them pass by with his mind’s eye.
He feels the breeze on his back, up and
down his right arm.
It comes to him; it is not from him.
He breathes shallow breaths.
He begins to breathe deeper breaths.
He begins to be aware of the breaths.
He is grateful for the breaths.
The timer goes off.
He wants more time.
Tomorrow.