Storm (for Sunday Scribblings)

Howling around the house

And knocking against the windows

A storm provides the backdrop

For my morning meditation

Inside my mind

An internal storm

Of thoughts and feelings

Blows away my concentration

But at its centre

In the eye of the storm

There is stillness

And peace

Heart wide open

Like a window opening

To a summer’s day

With white, fresh curtains

That gently sway

I allow my heart

To open wide

I let in the tide

And the ebb

And the flow

And slowly

But surely

My heart

Begins to glow

Honest (for Sunday Scribblings)

The honest truth

Is

That I am 

Everything

You think I am

And 

Everything

I think I am

And

None 

Of the above

Going home

Every morning I retreat into my cross-legged abode

The body in perfect position to settle the mind

I walk the familiar steps of my practice

Without expectation

And sometimes

Out of the blue

A door opens

And I go home

To that place of stillness and peace

Where everything is already perfect

Laziness and Resistance

Here you are again

Like shadows following my every step

I can’t shake you off

No matter how fast I run

You don’t understand the word “no”

You won’t go away when I ask you

So instead I shall try and embrace you

Even praise you

Come

Sit down

Keep me company

I shall overcome you with acceptance

And love you into defeat

Suspended Reality (for Sunday Scribblings)

When I suspend my beliefs for just a moment

Let go of what I grasp at as real

I enter the space beyond the stories

The gap where past and future don’t exist

And dwelling in that concept-less abyss

Allows me to see clearly

What my true nature is