The Rothko Chapel - Poem

I meditate in there
And find my centeredness,
My balance -
Peacefulness

I talk to God in there
I breathe deeply
I release my toxins
With every exhale
The black in the air

And my inhale,
With fresh Flowers
Purity into me
Decompressing my spine
My shoulders

I describe it the way it happens
For me and my core
It invades me and recreates me
Rejuvenates me
But then, do you know me?