Births

my liver is meditating my little belly is meditating my heart is meditating the mind of my mind is meditating the lake is meditating too in the morning light the sun is meditating.. in the lake of dawn light azure sky, the breeze and verdant bright green forest the moon is meditating on the rushes of the sea the glitters of the stars and the darkness of night the night is meditating on the intellectual leaning of the moon the sedated health giving glow of the sun the rain is meditating on the pitter patter ballet a finale of a rendevouz 10,000 feet from where it has started out the sound of rain is meditating on the slanted gait and descent of its circle game the agile world tip toes in perfect wonder this bodice and its components it is an overcrowded apartment of consciousness I am the gall bladder pushed to a little quiet corner, friendless, bitter, clothed and fed on a divine shine that glows in dark green i let the others do their sacred will the liver, the stomach, the eyes ears, lungs and so many other glands this bodice is a cave that echoes things seen and unseen where every little crevice is an opportunity for life these meditating selves that might become flesh and bone of mine again given a mouth, eyes, ears, hands to feel, two feet to run and a heart to harness and magnify the greatness of love i would love each of them so dearly I would name them my heart, my soul, my spleen, my love, my other self, they run, waltz, and play with a self that once sat, prayed and chanted with them in a meditation retreat spread over a sea of consciousness