meditating on the I
where is it, oh! my
comfy cushion
cross legged pose
contemplating
on words those
inside the body
hiding obscurely
amongst others
anchored surely
fleeting moment
this big mystery
as life becomes
history
meditating on the I
where is it, oh! my
comfy cushion
cross legged pose
contemplating
on words those
inside the body
hiding obscurely
amongst others
anchored surely
fleeting moment
this big mystery
as life becomes
history
pleasant water
caressing the body
swimming in a lake
amidst birds and fish
submerged
united
being
one
soft feel of yarn
caressing fingers
colorful thread
bouncing on a table
sliding in and out
opening spaces
perfect for a hook
creative expression
in a flash of time
boundless and free
focused on the now
the world evaporated
healing the mind
bringing peace
internal harmony
tranquility
hooked
lonely passerby
insolent demeanor
face hidden in a hoodie
focused eyes
scanning the surroundings
hands deep in pockets
mischief at the fingertips
on a lookout for treasures
in for a change of ownership
cool wind lifts the leaves
storm is brewing above
dark clouds on approach
the hoodie falls back
revealing mop of hair
over stern face
hurt and unheard
disillusioned with life
the face of a child
in disguise