contemplation

Waves of thoughts

About the many paths

Ebb and flow

On the shores of my awareness.

The sands of time shift

Through my mental grip

But remain the same.

The sun shines on it all,

Unaffected.

Stillness calls me

The way a mother calls

Her children to eat

Something substantial

At the end of

A long day of running around,

Playing in the dirt,

Falling flat,

And just being alive.

“Come. Eat.

Fill yourself up.

And live.”

When some thoughts come

They clog up

Awareness of the

Present moment

And put you to sleep.

Before they return,

Clean out

Your thought pipe

Watch this moment flow

And stay awake.

 

My teacher reminds me

To go in

Before I go out,

To let go

When embracing all things,

To be still

In my actions,

And just how loud

Silence can be.

I attempt to

Join my awareness

With the living

That Life is doing now.

Life’s living is the cushion

On which I sit and practice.