Three fourteen

Three fourteen
There’s a roar outside
Nature’s breathing
Nowhere to hide

There’s a massive tree
In my neighbours yard
One of these nights
It’s coming down hard

Winter season here
Wind to excess
From Hawaii this storm
Called Pineapple Express

Six sixteen
there’s a roar inside
I’m on my mat
No need to hide

Ekam inhale
I’m on the floor
I’ve been awake
Since that very first roar

It’s always surprising
When I get on my mat
Its always a cure
And I think about that

Its seven fourteen and
I know what I think
I’ve just finished
And now I’m in sync