Meditation

MEDITATION…. TEMPORARY STUFF

Meditation, so I’ve heard, is best accomplished

If you entertain a certain strict posture.

Frankly, I prefer just to lounge under a tree.

So why should I think I could ever be successful?

Some days I fall asleep, or land in that

Even better place-half asleep-where the world,

Spring, summer, autumn, winter-

Flies through my mind in its

hardy ascent and its uncompromising descent.

So I just lie like that, while distance and time

Reveal their true attitudes: they never

Heard of me, and never will, or ever need to.

Of course I wake up finally

Thinking, how wonderful to be who I am,

Made out fo earth and water,

My own thoughts, my own fingerprints-

all that glorious, temporary stuff.