Metta meditation: a lovemaking.

i sleep
as you sit
half-lotused on wooden floor,
my eyes are shut
my heart is a little quieter now,
still, even in sleep,
my shoulders are hunched
against the world,
saddened by her saddest tales.

now i sleep a little deeper
as you sit
half-lotused on wooden floor,
a breath comes and goes
a breath comes and goes
a breath-
it flows over me like
the softest whispering,
tender like a mother’s touch
& quiet as a cat,
rushes from my ankles
up along my spine
& dissolves on my face-
i sit up
all at once
asleep, wondrous, smiling,
squinting, heart abeat,
‘were you in metta just now?’
i ask,
your eyes are open,
watching me being born anew
breath after breath
as you sit
half-lotused on wooden floor,

& then you smile.

 

 

(featured artwork by Ila Fazzio)

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