Sitting hour after hour
No end in sight
River of time rushing down stream
Holding on for dear life
This innertube of self
Slowly losing air
Current pulling one out into the unknown
Struggling for shore once again
One lets go of innertube—no struggle—
In pure amazement floating
"Look Mom no hands—
No feet—no body—oops; no me?"

When clarity finally comes
The Buddha crashes on his bottom
Cracking the center
Revealing golden light.