Opening Meditation
"...meditate on the tangle our desires have created."
Flow,
pour yourself into
the flow
and then
rest
with the flow.
Through
your room
windows
you
are seeking
those who awaken
in the future,
silent roads
from the past,
the deafness
of lovers,
the rain.
One piece
of water
a mirror
balancing
these pushing colours
of life.
You do
not see
the shattered
flowers,
nor the exits,
those who left.
Your eyes
follow
the jewels
inside
and outside
of sight.
You grasp
a cold key
and with it
a darkened
plan
for change:
to flow,
pour yourself into
the flow
and then
rest
with the flow.
"...meditate on the tangle our desires have created."
Flow,
pour yourself into
the flow
and then
rest
with the flow.
Through
your room
windows
you
are seeking
those who awaken
in the future,
silent roads
from the past,
the deafness
of lovers,
the rain.
One piece
of water
a mirror
balancing
these pushing colours
of life.
You do
not see
the shattered
flowers,
nor the exits,
those who left.
Your eyes
follow
the jewels
inside
and outside
of sight.
You grasp
a cold key
and with it
a darkened
plan
for change:
to flow,
pour yourself into
the flow
and then
rest
with the flow.
