Meditate

Early morning, facing the window, the room starts from dark and slowly fills with late. Squiggled up on my pink flying carpet, I settle down and chant. And my blood continues to flow, but I can feel it; the pulse is clear throughout my entire body: my back, my chest, my legs, my entire head is full of pulsing life. I recede down and in and down and in and in and in and into myself, and let my shell pulse, keeping me safe and warm.