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Meditative Intentions

Purposful Focus

I intend to feel peaceful. I want to relax
And let breathing release me from my resistance
To the nature of who I am. I want to be
In complete alignment with the best part of me.
In this moment I’m thankful I’m given the chance
To take care of this body that I overtax.

I need fifteen to twenty minutes – no longer.
I have trained my mind to be active. I can’t ask
It to be perfectly silent for very long
Although it could be longer if nothing is wrong
With the present surroundings. I do long to bask
In this state of pure pleasure now and forever.

Isolating on some sound will carry me there
Like that of the ocean or of the central air
Produced by the machinery in the basement.
Only absolute silence could try to prevent
My completing my exercise. It’s an affair
That I treat ceremoniously and with care.

As the mind wanders I refocus on the sound.
Many times it may happen, but that is just fine.
All I need do is come back to the here and now.
Once I feel some detachment I then can allow
Only thoughts that are pleasing and are truly mine.
I’m delighted that in this way much peace is found.

The Unspeakable World

Sensory Imagination

Those who speak all the damned time and cannot shut up
Can know only their own conversations because
They can’t hear anything anyone has to say.
And the same goes for thinking too much. We betray
The Unspeakable World when we’re caught in the jaws
Of the beast of chit-chatter who holds a dark cup.

Stop and listen to people once in a kind while.
What they have to say complements conversation
As in back and forth dialog. As for thinking,
The subvocal orator, when silenced, will bring
A deeper awareness of life and how it’s run.
Constant symbols and imagery is not its style.

The moment you stop thinking, you’ll be in contact
With a world without texture and all that makes sense
To the bodily senses. No sight, sound, or smell
Or the names we have given to all things can dwell
In the presence of beingness. Insight immense
Can be had for the asking. This is a known fact.

With a handful of colors we’re blind as the bat.
With a brief scale of notes, deaf we might as well be
Yet the world of no thoughtform remains infinite
Both in color and sound, and it feels only right
To indulge The Unspeakable World frequently.
Stopping fixing conceptions, I shall not fall flat.