contemplation

I relax the muscles

Of the mind;

Rest the desires

Of the heart;

And stretch the limbs

Of infinite love

To wake up

In the company

Of your divinity.

Sitting still,

I fly through the heavens

Like a bird.

Flying fast,

I run through the woods

Like a wolf.

All this movement and travel,

And going nowhere.

Faster than the speed

Of my thoughts and actions,

Is Life’s unmoving gift

Of freedom.

So, do not go anywhere

Sit still and accept it.

When I want to go places,

I grab a cushion,

Sit still,

And move from my head

Via my heart

To arriveĀ at home in the Self.

I am learning to maintain

My empty position of Self as itself.

So, I sit while sitting

And sit while not sitting.

I refuse to get up

From the posture of

The unfolding reality of Life.

From the spaciousness of the Self

Reach into the groundedness of Life.

Then drop all reaching.

Be as Life Itself.