“Download” refers to the transmission that is felt when meditators from all over the world join together for a presencing meditation experienced through a global field.~Thomas Huebl.
My friends want to talk
about God. We preface and
disentangle religious dogma
while crows caw from treetops.
The poplar drops a golden leaf
into my cupped hands in the depths
of morning meditation. In the zone
every breath is a blessing and
more. What is written has been
translated–and just one leap
from heart to tongue is a weight
that obscures each miracle.
The rain begins gently, like
a patient, playful teacher.
One cool drip in my thirsty skin.
There is an intelligence, high
and available presenting each insight.
We are distracted by everything.
Our way simply follows
the heart, discovers love
behind each bluster of ideological
confusion. Listen to the defenders
of muddled beliefs stuck on the
flypaper of awareness. Past the
logical fallibilities, the
unexamined premises, the sure
and rotting foundation–too tedious
to argue with a pebble in the shoe.
We stop, lean on each other to shake
out the tiny irritation. Our soul
speak is clear and continuous.
The global mind we create coheres
with each intentional moment.
We are surrounded by
mysteries. Abandon the calendar,
stop the clocks. Study
the skies where stars we
have always been splinter
into a new reality we can’t know
with old-world tools.