silent sitting

If we sit long enough

We may sprout wings

Behind our thoughts

And fly across

The vast sky

That is the Self

Within our hearts.

Whether for

One minute,

One hour,

Or one day

Sitting on our meditation cushion

Prevents violence,

Preserves lives,

And lovifies the

Human heart.

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.

Today,

I move through the world

In a sitting position

Seeking after Life

With all my senses.

I’m like a dog,

Sniffing every scent,

In search of its Master.

 

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.

Sitting,

I am like a dandelion

Rooted in the palms of Life

Wind comes.

My wholeness is in pieces

Being gently blown

Across the field of Love.

 

I am the cushion

On which the

Present moment sits.

Its weight I can handle,

But when Yesterday and Tomorrow

Add their weight,

I am flattened.

As it goes,

Now is the only weight

That keeps me firm.