On Golden Pondering Nothing

on mornings when i have
the luxury of time
i start the day with meditation
cross-legged on the floor
in front of a white wall
making each breath
slow
deep
deliberate
cleansing
until i can hear
the faint echo
of creation...
and very rarely
for random milliseconds
i glimpse that place where
nothing and
everything
intertwine
then the spinning physical sphere
reminds me of it's gravity and
sounds and smells
and as the pure white light
blinks out
i think i hear God
laughing...