I immerse my Heart in meditation,
Gestating deep unencumbered by thought,
To feel it pulsing divine vibrations,
Is a skill that can be learned not taught,
The purity of thought is an immaculate creation,
A mystery of the world
In seeds of thought the future in gestation,
In them the path unfurls
For all she gives, my appreciation,
In my heart affection swirls,
Soothing my past's laceration,
Begetting future's pearls.