Her Meditative State

She split her perspective in half Because she needed to see the landscape from both directions She could transmogrify like this when she was in a meditative state It is not like one of her selves was dominant. Both sides felt the cool water, both sides stilled their minds Living their truth, they let morning fold in her own way A hawk’s shriek disturbed nothing They allowed it into their meditation A fish flipped out of the water landing hard This too was incorporated, as they went deeper and deeper She saw herself in her dream state She was running frantically which was normal A shadow passed over her; she resisted the urge to look It was a gorgeous meditation, Stilling her heart, calming her She loved the feel of the lake, so nurturing She opened her eyes slowly Not wanting to alarm her other self. They merged gently and flew back into the forest Glad to be a butterfly again.