why so many questions/
wwhen the world cannot respondd
perhaps they are for myself
the lifting of the carpet
where everything is swept
and I think the truth
is bland but I love it
questions
meditation
footsteps
crave
the silence
deeply covered
this
world is not
just once defined
as
points linear
or fine clouds but
found
when walking
when listening
and
the movers
will go without
you
be nothing
more than watching
have
some patience
let the world rest
soft
intentions
on your shoulders
peace
wishes not
for anything
once
you find it
undo dimensions
Meditation
I am my cup of tea
Tasting of calm rainy mornings
And reflecting the light
From gray clouds and tall trees
Standing just outside the window
And I am transparent
The bird calls swirl into my brain
And touch the front of my skull
And I am weightless
I am the scene
The green colors outline my essence
The rain falls through heart
And every sip of tea
Flourishes on my tongue
And warms my back
Runs to my arms, my toes
Until I open my eyes
Does the weight of my body return
I find myself sitting on the floor
Oddly dressed in black pants
Too dark for my mind today
But that is only what eyes see
For today I will be calm
And free like the breeze
Yet gentle as the rain
