sliced down my mass
slipped into the cracks of the floor boards and
leaned into gravity like a cannonball, but bodiless.
slumped into empty breath
reorganized as microscopic, slippery, weightless, ether
waif of glitter
fleck of dust
leveling with dirt, I touched space around me like
the cushion it is,
like the softness that any regular nothingness adjusts to,
touching itself to its oceans of surrounding twin copies
.
I felt soft and full;
and from this view,
clarity arose like the shining star
of awareness.
Fiesta Estrellas 
How the spirit may expand; you were borne out of eternity, and it is your boundless realm.
🌟
Beautiful!
Thank you! 💕
Such a vulnerable and beautiful space to be in Ka. Thank you for sharing 💕💞🙏🏻
Hugs, Karen! 💗
So if I let go of everything, even the chocolate…I become that enlightenment Ka. No wonder I struggle 🤣
But…a great verse kind lady. I hope you did indeed become that awareness, and flew like an eagle 🤗❤️🙏
😂 Thank you, Mark! ♾️👌✨💗
Oh what gorgeous imagery! ‘leaned into gravity like a cannonball, but bodiless’ – lovely!
Thank you! ☺️
Engaging
Thank you!
Inspiring imagery for meditation. a waif of glitter sounds nice. I’m curious about “oceans of surrounding twin copies.”
Thanks, JoAnna! Me too, I’m curious 🙂 🧐
I think many of my poems come from my meditation practice in some ways… not that I’m meditating when I write them, but because I meditate, these experiences or inspirations are from that practice.