Incidental Meditation

Clouds are high blurry white against a bluish sky so glaring it’s almost gray. If I look into the pattern long enough it becomes a mandala that cancels thought and opens me to something – something I can’t quite identify. I can’t even tell if it’s coming from within or from outside. It makes me breathe, once, very deeply. Then I see (just after I write “It makes me breathe, once, very deeply”) somehow within and without are meeting, as if at the perimeter of my mind. They’re meeting and merging and I have nothing to say about it. I am merely a convenient venue for the merger.