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.

Nadia:   (Grabbing a beer) Too much worry about devils makes people boring farts.
Wan-Sze:   Agreed! Too much worry about “spirituality” turns 'em into tasteless tarts.
Kasim:   (Yawning) Only one philosophical question concerns me: how can we discover the best flavor of ice cream?
Will:   Why not be honest? Aren’t you inflating fear, sloth, and envy?