“I KNOW.” a poem October 4, 2019 (Freya’s Day)
Meditation might be considered THE prescribed “art form,”
For Buddhist practice & consideration, yet it can also just be a norm.
I KNOW a girl; she does Buddhist meditation,
But, I imagine, she’s beyond such things; it’s, perhaps, below her station,
Yet, SHE INSISTS on doing IT, twice a day:
“Meditation. I LIKE to listen? and I like to pray?
It is how I commune with The Great Divine.
And don’t we all need SOMETHING; I think meditation’s fine.”
Meditation? Is it opening? to hear The Voice of The Guide;
Prayer? Is it talking, with Divinity? Which says: “Open wide.”
Is it The Void’s Voice asking, “Are you trying to hide,
From Yourself? or from Something? Do you wish to just glide,
Through life, putting on a spectacular show,
For whom? Don’t do it for me.” I don’t know,
Why some folks spend so much of their time,
Doing meditation. Of course, perhaps you’ll say that, “Rhyme,
Is my chosen ‘thing,’ and it is wasteful too.”
I think you might be right, but it’s also something that I DO,
In keeping with your suggestion: That we all must do A thing,
Or else the days drag on, in an endless string,
Of activities and virtues, and THE POINT OF ALL THIS?
[Moral:] Be sure what you do produces HAPPINESS,
By using your time for YOU and NOT for impressing other folk.
If YOU ENJOY IT then it’s value is secure and it’s NOT a showy joke.”
[When “I NEED TO DO” & “I WANT TO DO” truly coincide,
Like going (to the) potty, then I KNOW in THAT I can safely abide.]
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