First, let the body of thee be still,

Bound by the cerements of will,

Corpse-rigid; thus thou mayst abort

The fidget-babes that tease the thought.

Next, let the breath-rhythm be low,

Easy, regular , and slow;

So that thy being be in tune

With the great seaís Pacific swoon.

Third, let thy life be pure and calm,

Swayed softly as a windless palm.

Fourth, let the will-to-live be bound

To the one love of the Profound.

Fifth, let the thought, divinely free

From sense, observe its entity.

Watch every thought that springs, enhance

Hour after hour thy vigilance!

Intense and keen, turned inward, miss

No atom of analysis!

Sixth, on one thought securely pinned

Still every whisper of the wind!

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