Just lately

I haven’t been

trying so hard.

Maybe at some level

I am hardly aware of,

what I was looking for

has slipped into place.

It doesn’t matter,

the upshot is that

my meditations

are no longer

so cerebral.

They have

become more

and more sensual,

the temperature, the breeze

and the birdsong, the garden

chair hard against my back

and my feet in the soil.

I no longer feel

like an alien.