Practice

Sat in the dark,
cross legged with my pain,
this is the place of practice.

I don’t expect it to make me feel better,
or release me from the anguish inside.

I just want to sit,
for a moment, to
be

even in the intensity of mind
rising up from
the solitude of a broken heart,

forgetting what I know and don’t know,
what I thought happened, what did and didn’t

just
breathing

just
feeling

just …. living.