Being

Being, 

Now,

Softly-spoken

Sensing, 

Reaching,

Leaving well alone

Inside you,

Open, 

All fingers nimble,

A bubble surrounding

Cocooning you from time

Floating,

Sailing,

Deft touch on your left shoulder 

The air is present

Billowing around you

Warmth and air

Joining up to and merged

Low-level grieving,

Not too much errant thinking, 

Assemble your forces --

Your way of breathing and feeling --

Welcome them beside you,

Sit them down for a tea

Retracting,

Calling a halt if you need to,

Rise up and view it from way up and over

Seeing through and observing

Allow it all to complete