The mind swells as it sits in ease
Floating ever out of reach of the times
The mind rejuvenates
As there is not a single trace of the times

My heart slows as the melody recites its din
The sacred notes guiding the chill into my skin
The heart grows with spirit
When there is not a single taxation within i

To the tips of my fingers
To the chilling of these thin-skinned lips
Or the shivering from the edge of my toe
I care of nothing; the rhythm makes it so

Stress is non-existent
Gone for the moment and eternally distant
Cringing before the calm water
That has tamed its storm

These fears and expectations are gone for the moment
The pressure is relieved
Vehemence so far abolished
If even for seven minutes, I feel as though I've achieved Divine Solace.