Meditating Rock

Lying on the ground,
my back curled up to soil,
dead wood, leaves, winter’s dreams.

I rest like snow,
like a rock lodged deep,
inert, still, silently aware and
full of presence.

I wait here on the ground,
not for anything or anyone
but
for waiting itself,
knowing nothing
but
this. No need for questions,
not on the ground.
No need for beliefs
or reasons why or how or where

because I am
simply
lying
on the ground

resting on earth
a billion years in the making of
now.

That is enough
That is more than enough
assurance for me here
in this moment,
lying on the ground.