The ebb and flowA Poem by Susie ParsleyThis is the best way I describe my experience whilst meditating.
I am clearing my mind as I sit here in silence, hearing only my heart as it beats in my chest, I breathe in I breathe out as the feeling engulfs me, deeper and deeper and deeper I go.
I become the observer, my breath becomes water, my chin the cliff edge where the water flows over, over it flows running straight down my chest, falling down between my legs and coming to rest. I breath in again as my breath becomes motion, drawing water up from my own little ocean, up it flows right over my chest, flowing over my chin again coming to rest. I become one with the ebb and the flow, breath becomes rhythmic as it begins to slow, I am no longer a part of this earth, where time has no meaning no place or no worth. Is this what it feels like to just live in the now?, the space between what, where, when, why and how, I breath in and breath out the direction of flow, my mind just relaxing to this free flowing show. I’m now in a place where time has no meaning, my body relaxed and void of all feeling, my mind is a water wheel rhythmic in motion, my breath becomes one with the free flowing ocean. The time has now come for me to awaken, back to a world I have long since forsaken, my waterwheel is my escape from the norm, my place of sanity away from the swarm. Maybe one day when I wake from this vision, I will take the initiative and make the decision, to create a place of sanctuary right here in this time, where I won’t have to escape from, wouldn’t that be sublime? © 2013 Susie ParsleyReviews
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1 Review Added on July 26, 2013 Last Updated on July 26, 2013 AuthorSusie ParsleyBelfast, United KingdomAboutI post these in memory of my dear mum who passed away on the 22nd June 2012, a fellow poet. more..Writing
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