Meditate

Meditate

Thoughts like clouds.

Passing.

Some are interesting shapes.

Inviting.

Fanciful.

Fleeting.

Is this me?

"I think, therefore I am?"

My thoughts?

Endless thoughts

Endless me?

Emotions arise.

The past replays.

The future beckons.

"Why" demands an answer.

Again

Again

Around

Around

Haven't I seen you before?

Haven't I felt this?

PTSD

Heart rate speeds up

Breathing gets more and more restricted

Mind is hijacked

Skitters

Freezes

Pastpresent as one

Breathe out

Inhale happens

Focus on the temperature of the breath

Feel the warmth of the exhale

Relax into that warmth

Past is past is past, passing, passed, passed

The breath passes

Thoughts passing

Fear past is past

Nothing to cling to

Nothing to define me

Nothing is my true state

Doing nothing

In beauty

Doing nothing

A giveaway dance with the plants

Doing nothing, still my heart beats

Beats as one with the heartbeat of the earth

Green blessings

Joy