|Inner Peace (shanti) by Katarina Caspersen (2014)|
I'm learning meditation—five minutes
a day—though I hardly need it because
I am a Quaker in the silent tradition.
That's where I started.
But I counted breaths,
entered mindfulness, yo-yo-ed out and back
between the traffic and ceiling fan sounds
and found the sensual embodiment
of awareness I could share from my chair
with tendrils reaching other consciousnesses
of next year’s flowers hidden still, colors
that wait to bloom in weeds and autumn leaves now green
and breathing bricks of houses strong as seas.
My sitting self, heart beating down and through,
drinks these and more with breath and smell and touch
then lets them go again before stirring.
Told not to judge success or failure, I
accept the larger-than-my-life result
and consider steps I once rejected—
(Buddha did not stay in meditation
though it informed his moves beyond its core)
Perhaps, I might try surrendering next.
(What have I got to lose behind clenched teeth
and stubborn jaw? Is that where I locked up
my God so long ago in jealous fear?)
And then I’ll try the intercessory
prayer I once denied, reconsider
proselytizing and sharing the truth.
I want to be with those who save our world
by participating in its life.
I know that death exists. Why deny it?
I'm learning meditation, finally
to cross the borders separating faiths,
flora, fauna and human families.
Possibly I'll understand sacrifice
as well someday, resurrect some angels,
carry my cross as if God’s greatest gift.
Under the Influence of Walter Wink and The Powers That Be.
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast