I sat upon a cushion
And I was feeling very comfy
But the radio was playing
Rock and pop and country
I sat upon my cushion
Or perhaps a cannon ball
My legs and head were hurting
I longed to crawl and bawl
I sat upon my cushion
Or in a snow scene ball
And there it covered all the ground
And glory shone around
I’m sitting on my cushion
Afloating on a lake
And all the water’s crystal clear
And I am bright awake
I’m sitting on my cushion
Surrendered to it now
Just breathing quiet and deeply
And ending with a bow
My cushion is a diaphragm
I rise and gently fall
Before or after giving birth
I’ve no idea at all
My cushion was a hard dry pulse
That now is soaked and soft
And I am ripening like a seed
My ego to throw off
I sat upon my cushion
And I did slip away
To darkness and deliverance
The pilot light of day