When I sit down to meditate
all of my devils join me as well.
"Are you sure you want to do this?
Isn’t it a waste of time?”
a voice of skepticism chides.
If I smile and say, “Why not?”
that voice hushes momentarily.
However, soon after meditation begins
different rascals appear.
One announces,"Hey – I have some fascinating ideas!
Give me your attention &you can hear!”
This spirit is slippery
and skilled at manipulating hopes.
The only way past it is to smile and say,
“No thanks – I’m already a dope!”
If I make it this far,
sometimes silence appears,
yet many other buggers want attention:
have we forgotten lust, sloth, and dare I say it – fear?
These phantoms feed off any energy.
They love making Trump-style promises
without delivering anything.
Yet sometimes it seems
through a grace undeserved,
I slip by my dozing demons
& dawdling beasts.
Then – for a few moments at least –
I become immersed in an ancient energy.
|| (Grabbing a beer) Too much worry about devils makes people boring farts.
|| Agreed! Too much worry about “spirituality” turns 'em into tasteless tarts.
|| (Yawning) Only one philosophical question concerns me: how can we discover the best flavor of ice cream?
|| Why not be honest? Aren’t you inflating fear, sloth, and envy?