Sitting quietly

But my thoughts are not so quiet

I hear them one by one and in a jumble playing over each other

The noise!

I return my attention to my breathing

Tummy in, tummy out

Shoulders opening

Shoulder blades sliding down my back

Deep sigh out….ahhhhhhh

The knot in my stomach starts to soften as my thoughts lose their grip

and begin to slip away from me

There are tranquil spaces of quiet where I cannot even catch a thought

Nothing there, just an ease, a melting into the moment

A gentle flow, a sense of peace and effortlessness

No straining, no trying

Just being

Even when these moments of magic are brief

I know

This is why I meditate