a morning of meditation

I wake up before

the break of the day

when the birds have just begun to sing.

I sit on my purple cushion filled with

coastal seashell, facing 

the half open window of my room.

I place my right foot 

on my left thigh and 

left foot on my right

I feel a deep stretch

on my inner thigh.

I place both hands on my knees,

with palms facing up.

I take ten deep breaths,

as my lungs fill with air.

I lengthen my spine and

 gently close my eyes.

I bring my attention to 

the base of my spine,

one of energy centers of my body.

As I go deeper,

I feel like balancing unsupported

on top of a bamboo pole.

My disturbing thoughts start to 

fade amidst the layers of Joy,

as if nothing troubling

 had ever crossed my mind.

as if I had thought of nothing

 troubling ever.

Later, my mind picks up strange 

sound of a train from the platform 

near my house, and

The light of the Sun

makes a lace-like pattern inside 

through the wooden blinds of my room.

I gently open my eyes and look around

I feel so different—

my worries are cut short with 

ecstasy of joy that fills 

every corner of my mind