Shadows

October 25, 2011




We all meditate.
Without intent...
Without method...
Without incense...
Without music...
Without chanting...
Without folding hands...
Without body positioning...
Without closing the eyes...
We lapse into a spontaneous state
Of...
Of being called into the distance.

In this natural state of prayer
We think of... nothing... and anything...
Then... nothing again.
Maybe it is better called
"Spontaneous wonder."

I am familiar with it.
I have always done it.
It is natural to me.

There are days of clear skies
Where small happy clouds
Gracefully pass... gracefully go...

There are days of storms
When deepness... seriousness...
Rules the skies...
And I worry for the world.

I know how it goes.
I am familiar with it.
It is natural to me.

It makes me vulnerable.
It is openness...
Innocent of intent...

Intent... is a stranger.
Intent... is a danger.
Intent... is a shadow.
Intent never trespassed
In my meditations...

I know this...
Because I know this.

There are clouds
That gracefully pass by
And... there are shadows
That try to stay...
That do not leave...

Those shadows...
Corrupt all thought...
And the beautiful day is spent
Staring them down.




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