You aim me
I’ve been watching us from the moon humming this tune
keep being you - that’s what you’ll do
I’ll continue too as we align ourselves with simplicity
You existed before you did to me.
Briefly we skipped a beat, tripped over each others feet
Our eyes would meet, you would retreat
because you felt safer in your head expressionless.
saying to yourself “This all I have left.”
That’ll leave you where you lay
With that said I will not stay to say
Our moment together has washed away
Today my path flows a different way!
I breathe in. I breathe out. I am present in my body. I am here and not anywhere else, knowing there is nowhere else to be. This is meditation. It doesn’t matter how I sit or don’t sit, or how I hold my hands. It is not how still I stay or silencing my mind. Meditation is noticing my body’s posture, whatever form it takes, and noticing how my hands rest if they are resting, their movements if they are in motion. It is following the quiet of each breath. It is stepping back and listening to the music of thoughts, one note at a time, and watching the beauty of cognition. It is opening space with curiosity for observation and observing, across the hush of that space, the dawn and dusk of joy and sorrow, seeing the winter and spring of laughter and tears, seeing and not changing anything. It is gently watching the poetry of life breathing without waking it.