Meditation

Perennial pastures of peace pervade

My upright posture. They expand and contract

With a breeze into my heart’s hearth,

Spreading warmth from the center

Of my mind to the soft cushion where I sit.

A white waterfall envelops

And invigorates me, washing away

Vices. Enlightening wisdom watches

Within, waiting for release

From vain vestiges of pain.

As the pure torrent empties

Into a shallow basin, dry seeds open,

Waiting to take root. With mustered

Courage, I dive into the abyss, searching

For the lucid liberator that dwells deep.

I follow the rumble of ground and sky,

The click of autumn leaves with whirs of wind.

I roam pristine wilderness,

Always finding myself

Home in the all-pervading om.