silent sitting

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.