Rest

 

Are you looking for a quiet place?

Friend, you are already here.

Your blood's repose

between pulsations.

A meditation cave in every vein.

Secret chamber in your chest

where you have no enemies,

no one to blame,

and the endless journey

has not begun.

The place where prayers for peace

need no speaking.

Simply disperse into

the finer element you are

before you breathe.

Be the sparkling sky

in the lungs of a hummingbird,

smoke of sage in desert air,

aureole in darkness where

the flame just blew out.

Burn away and remember

that your body is made

of vanished stars.

Stumble and fall

into your own rhythm,

which feels like you are

not moving at all,

because your mind is at rest

in flesh that needs

no discipline of stillness.

You are a nest inside the egg,

a mother's womb that carries

her own savior.

You are the seed of

what you have always been seeking.

Now flower on a Winter night.