Rock Meditation

mountain tops piled with stones in ancient Dartmoor

Lying on the ground,
back curled up to soil,
dead wood, leaves, winter’s dreams.

I rest like snow,
a rock lodged deep,
inert, still, silent yet
full of presence.

I wait here on the ground,
not for anything or anyone
but
for waiting itself,
knowing nothing but

this.

No need for questions
     -- not on the ground.
No need for beliefs
or reasons why, how or where
because I am

simply

lying

on the ground

resting on earth
a billion years in the making of
now.

That is enough
      more than enough
assurance for me here
in this moment,
lying on the ground.