and lately,
emptiness.
But, when i meditate, I feel a vastness replace that space.
something takes over,
knocking out the walls that separate my lungs, heart, and brain,
I am able to claim my name
and have the three
join in union.
if my eyes are windows
this new space is a large kitchen
with canary yellow curtains
letting the sun's warmest beams
dance in patterns
where my bare feet are gonna go.
I no longer brace for the cold.
this is a kitchen void of cutlery,
with the exception of the occasional spoon
I eat with my hands,
gently separating
what would usually be cut with knives
with my fingers.
I form these pieces with cookie cutter precision,
the best star-shaped pb & j sandwiches in all the land.
