Meditation

Who are our thoughts?
Where do they live?
They flutter by my ears
And have tea with my mind

Memories and theories
Conjured spontaneously
Floating and swimming through air
Or something more different

Growing from bodily relations
Lingering long past the experience
Like fruit on a withering vine
Cozy out in their nests
They visit me when it suits them
or when I make space
They leave notes under my pillow
And gently whisper to my heart