sometimesihatemycat

Mind
A relay station
Between sensation and story
Beyond that
I do not quite understand it
I cannot quite master it
I will use it
For words and watching
A teardrop spilled and falling
Down the side of a porcelain tub
Sometimes I lie at the bottom
Let the water fill
Warm surface tension
Slowly inching upward
Around my face
I cannot help but
To imagine what this
Last breath
Might feel like
Would I savor it
Or let fear and anxiety invade
My last full inhalation
Mind
A relay station
Between sensation and story

Painting, “Bathtub” by Richard Lezette

~ by April on February 20, 2013.

Posted in Body, Meditation, Poetry
Tags: anxiety, Bath, Body, Citta, Last breath, Mind