Meditation
Listening to the wind
In my nostrils,
Trying to not try,
To wind down
To the beginning
Of time
When nothing
Was nothing
But an idea
In the mind
Of who or whatever existed,
Before we thought
We knew something,
Even before him, her, or it,
Before mammoths
Before dinosours
Before Cambells big soup
And the many Big Bangs before