Meditation seeks what is
Already there.
The paled blue and
Pops of red;
Remaining still beneath
The breath.

Even though
The colors have
Faded, still
We see what
Lovingly remains.

A delicate imprint,
Reaching forward
And through.
Beyond, what mind
Permits as ‘truth’.

And, until
We commit to
The boundlessness
Of our own
Self view.

In this,
And only this,
We find
Our communion.

In peace, sweet friends…

I love you all.

Namaste❣️