Meditating on sage smoke How it curls How it hastens and slows. A sip of coffee and a whiff of sage Cool morning warm breath. Just a morning in my body And how is it October already? What creased my brow and occupied my forehead was yesterday This peace is like a forgiving, forgetting slumber All the little darts and arrows I thought pierced me I take them out, I heal it all With a wave of my mind I turn them into sticky darts and I let them lose their grip See them all slide off I breathe into the spaces My body is un-pierced once again No pointy edges From now on.