To Meditate

To meditate I hold three rocks, in my hand rolling them over, over,and over leaving this reality behind, far behind. I pace, I pad a path deep inside, where reality has no weight. I close my mind listen to the warmth each of my little rocks give. A place of quiet Silence, Dawn and Dusk, Still and Solitude, To just be and hold, within myself, My sanctuary, safety, belonging. To be where I belong within, Strong enough to hold within all I’ve denied myself. Inner conscious to trust, My own discernment. Again in the quietness of half-slumber- A dream of half-awakening- I find the vision that blurs, without the required stillness. In the harsh sunlights glare, I breath in behind closed lids to pad the path into the circle of my inner solitude, Alas, reality still clings heavily! My breath staggers, stutters, gasp. Cool air breeze circulates Within the inner grove I can not reach. Be still-breathe- the panic will ease. Let it all go… one, two, three… Your core is strong, with roots that Grow deep and wide Your trunk broad and veined -flow of energy that Feeds into branches spread wide. Lay here tonight, in this one moment, to remember the strength and peace Reality drains dry. (Surreal)