at this meditation lesson
you pay what you want
at the front desk
and let the guru
make you sit for hour
upon unbroken hour
with the one object:
watch your breath
my buttocks hurt
my legs go to sleep
frustration’s winning out
“sir, where’s the peace?”
* *
the ducted heating
coughs out
stale dusty air
redolent of fried fish
and urine
sitting in this closed room
is like being trapped
in soiled underwear
* *
i never knew meditation
was only about opening
your ribs
and closing
your legs
i had thought
meditation was
as sticky as sex
* *
the evening shadow
tells a worse story
than just the willowy figure
of a bad student
there’s that slumped
leaden silhouette
of the failed writer
do i blame time
or laziness
i wish i could blame you
Have you been trying Vipassana meditation by any chance…😁😀..?…
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Ha… Sundaram, you know all about it 😁😀
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HA!!!! I was going to say the same thing Sundaram said!!! I did a 10 day silent course years ago and as I was reading this You took me right back! Laughing. Oh God!!! It was wonderful in retrospect but I can SOOOO relate to what You wrote. You nailed the moments of despair! Oh God, now I love You even more!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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🙂 ❤ ❤ thank you, sweet girl.
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My pleasure!!! 💖
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