M E D I T A T I O N  O N  T O E S

Wrapped up in woollies, having coffee, and meditating on my toes.

I think of my body having no substance. I identify not.

I think of my thoughts having no substance. I identify not.

I think of my plans having no substance. I identify not.

I think of love and hate having no substance. I identify not.

I think of politics having no substance. I identify not.

I think of buying and selling having no substance. I identify not.

I think of insight and liberation having no substance. I identify not.

‘It’s a good Sunday’, language says, and I tell to shut up.

I identify not.

© Camelia Elias