Eyes Closed - A Meditation

A bright sunburst in my head.
I drift in and out.
The breeze on my face and neck.
I'm three dimensional.
My mind stretches in front and behind
My head.
The door, the hallway,
The apartment below, the roof,
The street, the sky,
The subway, the river, the
Park.

I reach out and try to sense
The lives in-between.
The lights, the pulse,
The living essence,
The bright, light infused,
Blood coursing through
The veins of the city.
I watch, absorb, renew,
observe.

Inside again.
The light.
Bright.
White.
A cliche, but a cleansing
Cliche.
A place of nothing
And everything.
Gray and silver forms
Take shape.
Cross-legged on a mountain of
Soft slate and scree.
Silver waterfalls around me.
Leaves and blades of grass
So green that they're silver
Sway slightly in the
Light breeze.

I see the world around.
I expand and become a part
Of the mountain.
Once more three dimensional
I become part of the
Earth below.
I stretch to the heavens,
I embrace the world.
I float in the womb of
The universe,
And hold the immensity
Of life in my own center,
Cradling and holding
It in precious balance.

The world my child.
I it's mother-father,
Nourisher and teacher,
Learning and giving,
Taking and sharing.

Symbiosis and balance.
Peace and power.
Tranquility and awareness.