Disappear: Dropping Consciousness

Finishing up for the evening,
Winding down,
Touching feet to earth
And the scented air in-breathing,

Walking home in
The relative quiet of the night,
Noting the rhythm,
Scanning the horizon,

The lights of home
Come into view,
Time to enter into
Another kind of sitting,

Returning to the cushion
And adjusting the position,
Noticing what it’s like
To be in this situation:

Feelings in the body,
Sounds in the room,
So many vibrations
And all of the new,

Each breath unique
And every sensation too,
Perceiving each moment
Then turning towards awareness,

Examining this fabulous consciousness,
This marvelous temporary apprehension,
Letting go of it
An indescribable joy,

Peering outward in all directions
From an unknown location,
Glancing around astonished
By this unexpected expansion,
Appreciating the peace.