Not a big thing

The cloud 
where the sky and the earth are joined. 

White tree branches.

A half-moon shaped bird nest 
floating in between.

Late afternoon shade.

The sound of a passing car.

Quietly,
calm the mind
sitting, correcting my posture. 
      

The air outside the body becomes the air inside.

  The air inside the body becomes the air outside.  

Thoughts melting, 

feelings melting, 

changing into wisdom.

I know,

everything happens 

because our sky is dazzling.  

I know,
 everything that makes myself uncomfortable 
is actually
 not a big thing. 

The whispering of the wind.

A smiling face,
as always.