The sun is warm
and the wind is cold
I sit alone
I feel the ground under my feet
my breath I draw long and discreet
I feel the pulse of everything in existence
as I sit here in silence amidst nature.
People pass on by
some of their faces tell a different story
bound by time and toil they roam
endlessly going nowhere.
I have no urge
I am in peace
solace I find
when I allow release.
The light shines bright
and the winds whisper their secrets
the soil knows my every step
and I feel the trees embrace me.
I sit alone though in communion
in the silence of my breath I turn infinite
for a moment I am delivered of my folly
and I give thanks for my recovered unity.