Enjoy The Breath That Doesn’t Lead Anywhere

Breathe in.
Not to gather anything,
but because the air arrives
warm and willing.

Breathe out.
Not to release a burden,
but to feel the gentle undoing,
the soft easing of shape into space.

Just to enjoy.
No goal to achieve.
No destination.

Not a process of mind.
No place to go.
No level to achieve.
No oneness to find.

Breath in slowly.
Feel the air.
Breath out easy.
Relish in the release.
And on and on.

Just to Enjoy.
Just for delight.

This is not the mind working.
No level to climb.
No stillness to manufacture.
No turbulence to conquer.

Not meditation.
Nothing to fix.
Nothing is asked of this moment
except to be felt.

And that’s the point.
Just the pleasure of sensation.

Air entering the nose,
cool and filling
Leaving through the mouth,
slow, emptying.

One breath or two.
Or many more doesn’t matter.
Just what you enjoy.
Just to savor.

There is no ascent here.
No veil pulled back.
No higher state waiting
politely above the moment.

Just to Enjoy.
Pleasure of sensation.

Let each breath happen.
Like a tasty dish
or grand symphony.
Enjoyment is the process.
Enjoyment is the end.

And that without purpose,
without instruction is enough.