Meditate

The grasping vacuum of space surrounding the place where there is not air to carry sound.

Here and now.

With

Each

Beat

Of the

Sudden cacophony your heart beat has

Become.

The low bellowed hum of the combustion that makes the sun.

Told mostly in sunburns and freckles on the cheeks of loved ones where you come from. Not in this sonorous instinct, abnormal and distinct.

This combination is overlooked sounds waves piercing the numb of your ear drums and

That pace is what sets your breath as it heaves;

your rhythm of your lung drum,

Beat beats.

Move on,

Mindset

Still and unchanging as the surface of a placid puddle

Plasticine reflections of our world in your

Center eyes pupil

Slightly rippled and the focused

View in your minds eye receives it.

Sinking to these depths

Breath in and out in circles

And release it.