In breath,
as if in a yogi meditation,
I find my thoughts
and aim them towards page.
The road I travel
with another deep breath
finds myself
writing a poem to ease mind.

Staff turns into breath
and envisioning footsteps
into words.

Poem takes life of its own
twisting and turning
with rythemic inhales
With each exhale,
descriptive words drift
like blossoming landscape
and exuberant heartbeat.

Time stops,
as I surrender
to the wisdom that flows.

Energies surround,
as poems completion nears end,
sitting near pond of mind.

A pond,
that holds a reservoir of idears
to someday anchor as poem
in my guru's mind.