Meditation

Meditation

Sitting, meditating

on self-hallowed ground

surrounded and succored

by the spirit of life.

It isn't easy

turning on the tide

being the talk of the town

the laughing stock

the example for errant schoolboys,

don't want to end up like him.

Yet no thing is easier.

Moving with the rhythm

natural, unafraid.

Beat by beat,

sometimes a song appears.

It sings with me and the crickets,

the cicadas, the bees and birds

and chittering creatures.

We dance a little jig,

breathing, breathing

inspiration, exhalation, exhilaration.

Bit by bit the sunshine

enfuses with my cells.

I am opening.  I am learning.

I am being made new.

All it takes is total dedication,

not a renouncing,

not a denying,

not what one would call a discipline,

just total awe and gratitude

for sweet layer unto exquisitely beautiful layer

as each is revealed.