Thursday, February 14, 2013

Sit Still, and Breathe the Breath of a Pheonix

Ants navigate amongst mountainous pebbles
as I sit above them,

True calm is fleeting.

When inner quietude emerges,

the spacious sea-waters of my being lie still.

However-so briefly,

every heard sound and every skin-skimming sensation
drop within 
without a splash 
and sink rapturously out of sight.

Where they go is a mystery.

I imagine it's where wind blows,
the same infinite space each
inhale and exhalation eternally die into
and endlessly rouse out of,
ever-changing with each renewal.

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