Slowing Time

It is possible. 

This.

So that, 

Sun on tent flaps,

Water, 

Lapping star moss,

Being, 

Next to you, 

Lasts.

This 

Moment 

Extends,

The more deeply 

I feel.

By beginning 

Bringing 

Attention,

From mind 

To heart.

Each breath, 

I consciously draw,

Connects me 

To the start.

Again.

And, further, 

Into earth,

Then, 

Flows over, 

Into sky.

No limits on how 

High,

Or how low 

I can go.

Even leave my body, 

If I wish.

But I choose 

To be in it.

Experiencing this, 

tremendous,

Slowing 

Down 

Of time.