With mind searching
a realm of bliss…peace…
I ask myself-should I meditate?
I trust my inner guide…
Sit cross-legged on a mat
In silence, with motionless eyelids
…. All absorbed in the mystic mysteries
I start chanting in a low murmur
Struggle to transcend the self....
I breathe…take another deep breath
The quiet mind focuses and settles
Enters into a communion
…I stay rooted!
Suddenly, the inconspicuous sun slumps on my windowpanes
The deep glow of fire paints my room bright;
--- I notice the glare tightening the eyelids
The threads of gold take me over the hills…streams…river
Ah, the feckless mind breaks the session…
Distraction is relentless…
It makes me stop in the track en route…and
I hear my ‘heart’ laughing with hilarity
I now have to admit to myself;
We are all welded-
Nature, dreams, odors, destinies
All cannot cease or be controlled at will easily
Practice strengthens concentration-
Deepens faith...and only then
...one can pin a sterling silver heart
No. Magic trick.
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