Meditate
Who knew so much went into making the mind calm...
The stillness of a lake
thin layers of icing cake,
mmm food, no focus!
Concreted coldness of icy pain
that is why I’m here.
Calligraphy
Geography,
where was I sitting? No! Stop it, focus,
Consistency
blending, slipping, swirling
into tiny chunks that slowly
sift through the kitchen sink.
Consistency,
inhale (pause) then exhale (pause),
not worrying for the end of each breath but for when the next
begins
But,
sometimes the subconscious self calms me,
not thinking about lakes nor cakes or rhyme,
just words,
wondering what lead me to here
counting the seconds until I
breathe again?
