Instruction in Meditation
You have one square inch
of quiet space. Take a look
around. Measure the borders
that frame your boundaries,
limiting what gets in, what goes
out. Consider how much
room you give up each time
you exhale, how your thoughts,
large before so terribly small,
move unevenly at once, pushing
you hard to make a connection.
Make the effort to listen
for what you cannot see without
trying. Write the thick taste
of honey on your tongue.
Utter the sacred syllable of Om
and let the sound that is
your past, present, and future
empty itself beyond silence. It is
then your mind, responding
to nothing at all, gives way, a dam
not breaking the rush of water.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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13 comments:
Very Zen! I like your use of the imperative and the line breaks are pure genius. Make me think, exhale, read again.
nice...love the thick honey writing on the tongue...and the meditation it brings maureen...
Brian,
If I recall correctly, in Hinduism, after ritual cleansing of a newborn, the Om syllable is "written" on the baby's tongue with honey.
Your lines compress us to our square of space. Makes the reading more intense. Well done!
A poem that leads the mind within.I also liked the line Brian mentioned, and find that cultural practice fascinating.
This so closely describes my impressions of meditation, mindfulness and presence, Maureen.
I enjoyed it very much. Thank you. ~ jh
Outstanding work with the line breaks!
Thats so sublime and yes Maureen your perfectly right , in India , Hindus write Om on the new born baby's tongue . could see that here .. Nice to know that you know so much about it .
Your poem reminded me to stop, breathe, in, out, and grow still and quiet.
A perfect meditation.
Thank you.
Wonderful to wake to this - your line breaks are impeccable - wonderful work!
Wonderful - made me realize upon reading it, that I need to return to meditation. It really does focus and relax one's being. I, too, am fascinated by the honey on the tongue. I always felt school figures on ice were a type of meditation. Watching the skaters early mornings for so many years of my life, I was fascinated that they were becoming one with the arcing lines they created with the blades on their feet.
Lovely to be able to read you again Maureen. I missed your poetry in my time away. Thank you for coming by!
Maureen, this reached in and grabbed my soul. Beautiful, beautiful...and so relevant to my recent struggle to find moments of peace while raising four rambunctious pre-teens. Thank you!
Maureen, your poem touched my soul, and helped me to find peace. I have been struggling with something, and this helped tremendously.
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