Morning

exhausted
    you're doing this
eyes protest
    but you're doing this


nothing but
    shades of black and grey
    cover your vision


close your eyes


    don't think



        essence of nothing






breathe






open your eyes

brilliance of color
green
blue
orange
brown
red
white
yellow

now you're awake
don't resist the smile
you did it

Early one morning I woke up before the sun had risen, walked to a quiet place far away from people, and tried my hand at meditating. It was an amazing experience and, when I got home, I wrote this.