Meditation

Meditation

In meditating, I seek the gaps between thoughts. The spaces that make ones head warm with the increased blood flow.

Slightly crossed ocular lenses help concentration wane enough to bluff the thinker into pause.

Sensors fire, mimicking two magnets attracting polar, as vertebrae individually lift, lofting xylophone to concertina accordion. Opening to gentler currents as chatter softens.

The gnarls straighten as inner elongation increases as oxygen enters and leaves. Unabated verbatim releasing slower, alpha flowing warmer.

Give an armistice to incarnations that are vexatious. Let it vacate.

Fractious feelings blend out into silence, only seeded with tides of breathing.

Magnificent empty. Nothing to the weight of contemplation can micro managed tightropes of subconsciousness meddle-ment add. Withdrawal seeping.