Drifting Into Being - poem

strangely enough

it is a great art to be

with one's self

to know one's self

to be present

impelled by some force

where do these words come from?

if you knew me at family dinner

I'm not super talkative

it is subtle, nuanced

feel your way into it

holding focus on breath, being

to give one's self to being

like giving one's self to sleep

takes time

you wait there

in silence and stillness

the traveler that you are

on a platform, waiting for a train

thoughts pass

you watch them

then finally release

focusing on them,

drifting into being