When I sit in your vastness, I am wrapped in your unending arms, cradling me into a meditation I have not experienced as an adult. There is no one nearby for miles. The only thing I can hear is the rustling of the keepers of our land, dispersing nutrition for our soils. In the stillness, my chest rises and falls, each time clearing out any remnants of the past.
Just another rise and fall of the chest, making this one last.
I am ready.