To Meditate

When I meditate 
and my breath 
goes in and out
in and 
out
in and 
o 
  u
    t
I feel myself collapse and then
go rigid and then collapse again
The waves underneath me 
create a rythm 
My hands placed upon my
thighs,
open to the sky. 
Almost pulling the clouds into myself.
Letting,
the moss creep up my toes 
and the sparrows nest on my shoulders.
I meditate until I am nothing,
and that is when I am everything
and then I am back on
my rug with a new song
playing and my hands are pausing
the music, and the waves 
are gone.
A gift of nature. 
A thank to life.
To Meditate.