In this pastel calm
My breath but a ripple
In the gentle breeze
Quiescent mind
Blood rhythms
Salt air rendered
Tide pungent
Ocean whispers
Sibilant
On the shoreline
Shhhh
Shhhhhh
Shhh
Shhhhhhhhh
Quiescent mind
Blood rhythms
Salt air rendered
Tide pungent
Ocean whispers
Sibilant
On the shoreline
Shhhh
Shhhhhh
Shhh
Shhhhhhhhh
Outside
The first layer
Never leaving the earth
But detached from it
Gone from ground
I reach
Beyond myself
Flutter in the wind
Adrift in the sky
Lost to god
The clouds
Racing the sky
The sea
Boils and churns
And I
Quiet my mind
Be still
Become the stone
Eye look in the mirror
Remind myself to look away
So eye can see the me who is
Rather than the me who is seen
Eye reflect on my deeds, on my actions
Measure them against my ideals, my beliefs
I is a thing
Which cannot see
Beyond the shell
Which houses I
The gentle beat of my heart
A metronome
A clockwork
But the thrum of life
Is not the energy of being
Body working; spirit latent
Than when my mind is quiet
Connected to all things
At peace with myself
And the moment, just as it is
In others
I see
Another reflection
Of me
Sometimes
I see
Neither mirror reflects
Real me
If I shut my eyes
I see
The me I am without need
To be
I sit by them
Gazing on the beauty
Of a dream
I Quiet my mind
Dismantling the ramparts
And enter the dream