Winds of Mind

August 10, 2010 By: Nora Nickerson Category: Poetry

Winds of Mind

Sunday morning
knee to knee on zafus
bowing to mind
clouds, cactus wren
a gentle wind
Molecules of air
electrons spinning
omnipresent, invisible
fill space inside and out
I am unaware of the breathing
or surrounding pulsations
unaware of me on the cushion
or my own beating heart
The bell rings, penetrates
passes through me
as if I am not here
Empty space between atoms
more than mass on the cushion.
The wind blows me away

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