a morning of meditation
I wake up before
the break of the day
when the birds have just begun to sing.
I sit on my purple cushion filled with
coastal seashell, facing
the half open window of my room.
I place my right foot
on my left thigh and
left foot on my right
I feel a deep stretch
on my inner thigh.
I place both hands on my knees,
with palms facing up.
I take ten deep breaths,
as my lungs fill with air.
I lengthen my spine and
gently close my eyes.
I bring my attention to
the base of my spine,
one of energy centers of my body.
As I go deeper,
I feel like balancing unsupported
on top of a bamboo pole.
My disturbing thoughts start to
fade amidst the layers of Joy,
as if nothing troubling
had ever crossed my mind.
as if I had thought of nothing
troubling ever.
Later, my mind picks up strange
sound of a train from the platform
near my house, and
The light of the Sun
makes a lace-like pattern inside
through the wooden blinds of my room.
I gently open my eyes and look around
I feel so different—
my worries are cut short with
ecstasy of joy that fills
every corner of my mind