I recently spent 5 nights at the magical Vallecitos Mountain Ranch participating in an intensive silent meditation retreat for teachers. Wow! More on this to come…
But for now I wanted to share two poems inspired by my time there.
“Suspension”
the mind is a child swinging
at birth of motion
legs pump furiously to take flight
lifted by the wind of joy skyward
after the initial peak
legs extend and point to another world
then retract back beneath
falling into gravity’s arms
up and
down, back and
forth, lengthen and
folding, inhale and
exhale, ebb and
flow, rise and
fall, sunlight and
shadow, swelling and
subsiding, expansion and
contraction
a never-ending dance in the air,
within every ark there exists an “and”
a whisper of a moment at the zenith
a magical suspension of being
where the seat floats off the leather bottom
golden braids freeze in sky
time stops to catch its breath
it is the absence of movement
a paradox of weightlessness
breathtakingly beautiful
heartbeatingly alive
achingly brief
overwhelmingly present
Meditation lives in that moment.
*****
“The Fly: Two Sits”
~1~
inhale presence
exhale presence
crap, I hear a fly buzzing
how gross, but stay in the moment
inhale presence
exhale presence
I hope he doesn’t land on me
who knows where he’s been
last night there was one all over the food
whose idea was it to eat outside anyway?
talk about unsanitary
on our last camping trip,
I couldn’t even eat the corn because there were so many bugs floating around
shoot, I forgot to get corn at the store
I’ll have to go there on the way home
let’s see, what else do I need?
sour cream, eggs, bread, cilantro, and one more thing, what is it,
oh yeah, a fly swatter
shoot I’m supposed to be focused
~2~
inhale presence
exhale presence
crap, I hear a fly buzzing
there is room for that,
too
inhale presence
exhale presence
there is room for that,
too
inhale presence
exhale presence
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