40th Birthday
Two decades ago
in the corn fields of Iowa
I crossed my legs, closed my eyes,
breathed softly through each nostril
and meditated til my mind
became golden corn mush.
Intellect sufficiently numb
I listened to a charismatic Indian mesmerize
audiences with charming nonsense. . . .
in the corn fields of Iowa
I crossed my legs, closed my eyes,
breathed softly through each nostril
and meditated til my mind
became golden corn mush.
Intellect sufficiently numb
I listened to a charismatic Indian mesmerize
audiences with charming nonsense. . . .
"Pure consciousness
is like flower sap . . .
and all colors in life
come from zhat."
Now twice the age
near the groves of a distant bay
I still close my eyes to experience
quiet moments of peace &
sometimes even become silly
enough to think –
near the groves of a distant bay
I still close my eyes to experience
quiet moments of peace &
sometimes even become silly
enough to think –
"Pure consciousness
is not crap. What we
experience in life
has nothing – yet everything –
to do with That."
Ron:
Isn't meditation a waste of time?
Lex:
No. It's a chance to step outside of time.
Lis:
That's an illusion. We are invariably linked to a flow of events. At best, we can slow down our perception of time. However, time flows on whether we recognize it or not.
Lex:
That's pretty much the standard view. Here's another view: we create time. Time isn't just something that happens to us; it's something we create. Change your awareness and you will change the nature of time.
Linda:
(chuckling to herself) Both of you waste too much time on speculation.