Meditate

A brief poem about the process of letting go of your senses.

Inhale.
The lights around me grow soft
Through my eyelids closed I can see the sun falling
The wind around me is smooth, sweet
Gently caressing my ears as if it does not wish to disturb
I think of a song that reminds me of home
And chastise mind for thinking at all
Exhale.

Inhale.
My mind winds down
It knows where I want to go
And it longs to go there too
I think of the wind and the sun and the music
That is everywhere around me
But I am not a part of
Exhale.

Inhale.
I am gone
Exhale.