No one’s here.
That doesn’t scare me.
It scares me to think someone may be.
Every noise: the slow rustle, the distant cacophony, my own.
Every movement: the bending light, the unstill water, my own.
You there, unknown?
It gives me a strange comfort to fear the unknown.
It’s my only companion.
I let the noise stay:
I am here. I am here.
I let the movements sway:
I am here. I am here.
The world is yours, feel at earth.
I shall be of least botheration.
I shall come after you lay.
I shall leave before you wake.
Should you ever need me,
I am here. I am here.
When you are not
I am.
Meditations 