A Meditation Remnant
Shoulders drop further
Ankle is tense
New sensations awaken me more
To this moment.
I let go the ankle
Never have I known fluidity such as this.
Return to the breath
Hold at the top and release
Hold at the bottom, inhale
Breathing is quiet.
My chest began hard, strong, tough
Breathing prominent and ubiquitously strained
Time passes, who knows how much
I am in this moment.
The breath cycles as if on a wheel
Round and round
My nose to chest to belly and out again through my body.
I remember the breath.
The chest softens, shoulders soften, back straight, arms tingle
Breath is flowing
Round and round, not in and out
One big circle
A pillow fills my chest, is my breath.