Learning How to Meditate
The wind danced through the naked branches tonight. The leaves, free and thoughtless flew through the dark distances and swirled out, through and between the spaces separating the breeze at the top of the trees. To my left, a whirling sage: a cage of a body adorned with greasy black hair and a soul I have known and danced with in countess lives. She is dancing with the wind. We have been lost in meditation, nowhere to be found.
