contemplation

Block the vision

Of the mind

To see Life as it is.

Rest the constructing hands

Of the ego

And touch

The raw materials

Of pure consciousness.

We look for meaning now

But it takes time

To grow in the soil

Nourished by

Challenge and compassion

And tilled by

The Self that is Love.

When sight

Takes over

My seeing,

The mind

Abandons its yearning

And ego its doing.

My entire being

Dissolves into the loving

That Life is being.