Meditation

There is no religion in meditation but it's worth visiting with your mind in the morning. What will you find? Equally, think about the moose and nation. Cleaning house no less than apocalypse, food rations. The mind lights at random. Sit ten minutes. Breathe in, out. Counting, or imagining the mind's a horse galloping leads to other thoughts, not catastrophe but also not allowed. Visit with your bones which will outlast words and desires. In them there's a fire banked low, where particles of sun are stored and slowed, or stilled entirely. That's where I reside. Not really, not certainly, not virtually. Then eyes open, flowering or snow falling, the day begins no wiser, happier or myself.