that interruption
of your rapt moments of self
was life calling you
meditation
re-creation…
pear tree hiding place
childhood shelter from life’s storms
what was real was dreams
older looking at this world
i now seek a new pear tree
an ancient discipline…
aunt bea
warmly smiled
as i discussed
a recent
management workshop
on
centering
to maintain
personal life balance
she listen attentively
to my summary
and then
took
a deep breath
and
said
personally
i find
the warmth of love
to be
the counter-balance
to life’s chaos
a true
personal love
i can’t convey it
in those clinical terms
you just used
but
the feeling’s
like
a lover’s flesh
pressed against yours
as the new day begins
that moment
that floods your soul
with all
the inner peace
possible
meditating
on that moment
throughout the day
shields the soul
from thorny
events
and
people
entry…
balpa dola
the reader
of fox tracks
said
to reach god
one must enter a room
smaller than the heart
and pass through
a locked door
that has no key
but
can be
unlocked
with meditation
and
faith
mindful of self…
if god meditates
will the children of war heal
will the dead rise up
tommy can you hear me…
my memory’s reflection
seems to have
faded
in the mirror
of time
old friends
no longer call
even old enemies
no longer are
appalled
and i find
that i
no longer long
to be seen
could easily
be a hermit
perhaps
i am
not on some
frigid mountain top
god forbid
given those
itchy wool robes
but
here in the confines
of these four walls
wanting no more
than meditation
and
a quiet enclave
away from the things
i tried to change
just another
do-gooder
fighting windmills
feasting
on life’s
porridge
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no time to listen…
he beside the road
sought the lotus land of bliss
deaf to its music
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