Pacing back and forth
I am tired but mindful.
Waves of tears crash.
Into the ocean wind.
I leave the beach to find shelter.
Watch each presently arisen state
flow and fade away.
Mind is like the ocean.
A morphing psychic energy,
Restless
Dissatisfied.
Moving
From one thing to the next,
Darting erratically.
Flickering this way and that
Becoming different shapes and patterns.
Like the wind.
Its involuntary movements.
Constantly changing.
I sit still.
In the temple of the body.
In the solidity of the earth.
Attentive to the air element.
The cool touch of it on the skin.
Centre with the breath energy,
The whole body and mind.
Earth and air become one.
And in a moment of bliss.
The mind converges.
All goes into sync.
Becomes unified, and still.
Whole-hearted.
Content.
Present.
Harmonised.
Tuned into Nothing.
And I leave the world behind,
Everything disappears.
A pigeon watches me with interest
Perched above in the Victorian architecture.
Night becomes dawn
And it coos with delight.
The unnerving banshee shrieks in the tunnel
Turn out to be seabirds.
-Asoka
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