Meditation

Life-bestowing breath,
Vital air, flowing inwards, throughout blood, mingling verves,
Washing over organs, pulsing,
Poised ready,
Sans human motion, just an alien stillness,
Still.

Breath held, caged,
Extracting life from humble heavens to prolong our being,
Palms faced skyward, searching,
For sanity,
Clasping fingers lay in hopeful longing,
Hope.

Final exhalation,
Free the beast, remnant of the Giver, now acrid, vile expulsion,
Rattling breath, desiring,
Another,
Eyes half-open, half-closed to inward sight,
Blind.

Life's air flows, shallow through meanders of the body, unrelenting in wakefulness, soothing in sleep. Concentration ebbs and washes all liveliness away, to embrace the stillness of the Gods and their masses, as hands lay clasping invisible fires and eyes hold visions that are not there, but blind wisdom plays artist from the mind. Lights that pray to exist shine forth from teasing eyelids, colouring them a dissatisfied magenta haze amidst darkness. Senses of all knowing of presence fade and wane, as arms sink hopelessly by sides and the mind forgets its last positions of eyes, fingers, mouths. Conscience screams from manacles to think, to dream, to breed. Be still, fair conscience, and I will unlock more from you than you could ever accept.