Meditation
I've found my way of meditating here
I circle round a giant tree in the center of the terrace
Autumnal leaves fall and onlookers gawk
I listen to music and think about art and love and kindness
Some people bark from the windows
And the L train screeches by on the rusted tracks
Sometimes it rains, and that's even more beautiful
I would try silence but it's already late late
And I'm already skittish
Even the people barking scare me sometimes
But then I remind myself
My beloveds back home love me
I love me
And best of all in this moment, the music loves me
And since Art is my religion
That is all I need
So I listen intently as I circle around the giant changing tree
I breathe deeply and I let myself feel
That is how I've taught myself to meditate
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