It is possible.

This.

So that,

Sun on tent flaps,

River water,

Lapping star moss,

Being,

Next to you,

Lasts.

This,

Moment,

Extends,

The more deeply,

I feel,

By beginning,

Bringing,

Attention,

From mind,

To heart.

Each breath,

I consciously draw,

Connects me,

To the start.

Again.

And, further,

Into earth,

Then,

Flows over,

Into sky.

No limits on how,

High,

Or how,

Low,

I can go.

Even leave my body,

If I wish.

But I choose,

To be in it.