"While we are sitting in
meditation, we are simply exploring humanity,
[materials, and all things in
existence] in the form of ourselves."
~Pema Chödrön, Awakening
Loving-Kindness
Moku-Sou!
*Eyes fade, lay down the active
thoughts, breathe...
All things fade to black as I
deconstruct myself that I may reconstruct myself,
All I am there but am no longer
distinguishable amongst all there is around me.
*breathe...
There is a whirl of the particles
in my place.
They spin in a circle about my
origin.
After the first cycle, they whir
more vigorously.
Arcanely, they take up more space
now as if they've multiplied.
I am more than just me now,
I can see more clearly.
My path is greater now; the arc
creates ripples in space with each pass,
My memories of recent and of days
long past bobble amid the waves.
*breathe...
I know that it's not just me now,
I can feel more clearly.
The world is not as straight as
it once seemed; it now appears voluted,
The great arc of the earth is in sight
as I move gracefully about it.
*Breathe...
What's this feeling? A point
within a point within a point?
Where am I? The center or about a
center?
I found myself back with my
thoughts,
I was waiting back in the arc.
A single quanta of light to
represent myself,
And that lonely speck contains
everything.
*breathe...
That's where I am; the critical
point of everything while circling the center at the same time.
That's where I'll be incarnated.
Mokusou Yame!
