ready, set, meditate!

and now

we come to the time of day

when the cushion comes out

and the two tiny sitting bones

rest there upon it.

we come to the time

when two eyes are closed

on this pleasure-play,

and two eyes open inside as one.

two eyes renunciate

their habitual gaze from right to left,

from yesterday to tomorrow.

this reluctant sadhu

journeys inward on a lame horse wearing blinders.

two ears now hear

an endless chatter

softly interrupted by the sound of silence,

dripping first like a leaky and intermittent drainpipe,

and after like warm oil poured steady-streaming across the forehead,

under the eyebrows

and into the brain...

an inner drink of quietude that knows no equal.

now we come to the time of day

when two arms relax shoulders

away from ears,

10 fingers, 10 toes, 10 000 worries melt away.

hands rest on bended knees.

buddha- feet blossom in a fledgling lotus.

and one spine,

a rooted tree, travels energy down to the earth

up to the heavens.

now this heart beats to

the rhythm of one hand clapping.

one mind surrenders to no-mind.

all is silent.

welcome to the part of the day for dying and being born again.

now we come upon this silent path.

this funeral pyre.

this first breath.

barefoot.

naked.

asking nothing.

knowing nothing.

and receiving for all that

the perfect freedom

that is already ours.