Driftwood

Driftwood

Today, I shall be driftwood
Carried by the sea waves
And the many currents
Of travel and possibilities
And when I grow tired
I shall wash up on a fragrant beach
And bleach as white as the sands I rest upon

A Unique Existence

I have made friends with silence
And that state of being which requires no effort
The inhale and exhale, a more natural meditation
Alone
Than in classes where yogic enlightenment
Is another excuse to avoid
Divisibility by 1