Meditation

In the deep of listening
I sway a seaweed dance
where breathing is sweet intoxication
and my hair like dark rain, rains up,
orange fish with marble eyes
enclose themselves there
in green twilight daydream
flowing past precision’s dart,
this grace is slithering silent soft
and there is no voice but a flutter sings
like winged bird captured above a flower
stilled yet vibrant in delight of nectar
waiting - waiting this verdant display
to capture bliss.

The sound moves through the grass
drinking dew it floats across blade
and fulfills its silent velvet grace
in a sigh that feathers across the swamp
and through the briar's blistered path
that time made to a wealth of purple lupine
then waiting there in divine seclusion
a dance a dance a dance
that drenches every pore with feeling
and peace so sultry so inclusive
I’m lost for the open that I’ve melted.
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