Close my eyes and listen to my breathing, my heart slows but is still beating. Darkness dispersed with colours, silence whirring in my ears.
Sitting here Being just me just able to just be. Connected with my earth connected in the universe, yet heading into insignificance. Mind empty no fog, nothing at all just being part of it all. Body relaxed muscles so limp and heavy.
Breathing in and out I feel naught, nothing is there nothing to scare, just to be there, yet I feel I’m not, just feel the cold and feel hot. I’m just being me and learning just to be.
Rhythm of the Ink 