Meditation: Captured in Poetry (pt. 1)
I’m sitting here breathing,
sitting here breathing
all of a sudden it’s changing
everything is weaving
I’m turning from day to night
my eyelids are closed but there is movement
when I look I see what it is
and take another breath
There’s shapes dancing
and lights sparkling
there’s all the people I have ever loved
and all the worlds I’ve ever known
Suddenly my throat starts constricting
I bring my awareness to this tight sensation
because if I don’t feel this now
it won’t stop suffocating
Who would I be if I lost this battle
who would I become if it overpowers me
there’s something holy in this
surrender
It happens too quick like a snake coiling
that last breath that I took isn’t enough
it’s never enough when pressure starts to seep
out through my consciousness
I’m not dreaming any more
I’m turning and whirling
I can’t see the bottom without imagining
the final stroke
(29/6/20)