“The music loomed large in the experience: ‘I was learning a song and the song was simple…it was one note…C…it was the vibration of the universe…a collection of everything that ever existed…all together equalling God.'” ~ Patrick Mettes in How To Change Your Mind
I used to believe meditation
was an island in the storm
a way of calming that inner
soap opera, a place to notice —
whoa, these actors on the stage
need a break, a gentle but firm,
thank you for sharing
meaning shut up already.
Here I sit
noticing the sensations of my body,
feeling all these swarming emotions,
aware of the mindless chattering.
Tuning in to the space that holds us.
I thought that meditation
was a spiritual practice to be scheduled
along with exercise and meals.
Morphing now to become the essential
way to frame my day.
And now I see that meditation is
constantly allowing me to drop in,
ground myself, inviting the parts
of me that emerge from the dark
locked places to see through
my eyes this new shift in reality.
Vacuuming the rug as way.
Listening to you as way.
Including, expanding this yes,
now this. Embracing the resistance
with compassion. Ah, this no.
Knowing meditation keeps revealing
all that I don’t know. All that I could
never imagine knowing. This.
Now this not knowing.