Meditation
Imagine
you are
the sky,
You are not
the clouds, thoughts
billowed.
You transcend
the clouds.
You are
the sky,
Imagine
the clouds—
billowed thoughts,
you are
not.
The clouds,
you transcend.
The sky.
You are.
Imagine.
You
transcend billowed
thoughts, healing
rain, cleansing
breeze, wash of
gray drifting
by,
remember.
Remember
you are
the sky.
(photo by Jeff Paul. Poem inspired by a meditation practice detailed in the book Way of the Winding Path by Eve Eschner Hogan)