Matter.

Atoms, Particles, Cells; sharing energy.

Composing symphonies. 

Creation. Destruction. 

What is the Matter?

Do the Atoms itch?

The Cells nag?

Why can’t you Articulate the Accumulation of

matter in your Mind. 

Have 

patience, 

compassion, 

and love. 

They say. 

But, that is not Matter—

It is not physical.

Not protons penetrating the packed prison of the Mind. 

How can one be Mindful of matter? 

How could you

give it space,

let it breathe,

when it is not something concrete?

What is the Matter?

Such an ordinary question, 

and yet 

when posed, how could one ever construct a precise definition?