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.
