I meditate, not out of necessity, but abundance
of cobwebs in my mind
of peace
of silence
of over stimulation
of fear
of wisdom for lives lived
of faith I’m trying to have
of spring’s flowers
of summer’s sun
of fall’s dying leaves
of winter’s snow
of memories long forgotten
of the moon, the stars
of imagination
of music
of poetry
of cats purring
of your laughter
of your beauty
of your abundant love