in a bubble no more trouble
time's a mystery
what was thought is now just rubble
with each breath set free

from just thinking, rising, sinking
imagining there's more
than the nectar here for drinking
than the present's roar

in and out, above, below
and everywhere around
washed away and in the flow -
the harmony of sound

in a bubble, no more rubble
what was has disappeared
like a sun-drenched thought filled puddle
everything once feared

evaporated while I waited
breathing peacefully
while I simply meditated
happy just to be ..