Breathe

Opening my eyes in meditation
I see a broken lamp,
or what seems to be.
With eyes like mine
one can never tell.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
Still, there is breathing.

Across the street
the better tended field is green.
I don't know what it is for,
but it's green defies the winter.
And I stand in brown and pale yellow.

Breathe out. Breathe in.
You are breathing still.

As I head toward home,
I see a sky that rained last night
and will rain again.
It won't be Hell, nor Heaven.
But it will be water.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
Until you are still, breathe.
Until then, find the stillness.
Until God finds you, breathe.