Be There Then
Breathing in
fully aware
of this life-giving cycle of air
permeating my body my mind
hold on
my foot hurts
There we go
Relaxing into
my most natural state
conscious of the slightest nuances
yet completely out of body
as my thoughts cease
How long have I been sitting here?
Shit
I will rise
I will fall
I will give myself to the energy
engulfing my being
and soothing this mortal mind
with the knowledge that
if I don’t get ready soon
traffic is going to be hell
Stoopp. You always do this. You’re not supposed to be thinking about time! You set aside this time with the specific intent to NOT think about it. Why are you thinking about traffic? Speaking of cars, I really need to start thinking about looking into getting a new one. I know the one I have runs fine for now, but it’s not going to last forever and it’s better to stay on top of these things. I’m just not sure what kind — wait, dammit…
with the knowledge that
I am one with the universe
and the universe is one
with me
I will breathe in with intention
and with every breath out
manifest a destiny
known only to my most primal
and most evolved self
As I sit with presence of mind
and
oh, my god, my back hurts so bad. How do these people do this? Are they just dealing with the pain? Maybe they don’t feel it. How could they not feel it? Are you just supposed to sit here in pain and the whole point is to mentally get past it? Wait, are you not supposed to feel pain at all and I’m doing it wrong? Am I sitting right? I thought you were just supposed to sit up straight. How do I not know how to sit? Do we have to sit like this? Why can’t we just lay down? This would be so much easier if I could lay down. I guess you could fall asleep super easy like that, though. Maybe I can get up and stretch if I have to go to the bathroom. Do I even have to go? Shit, not really. Is that a fart? Dammit, do not fart. Okay, focus, you’re fine, forget it. I wonder if monks fart. You’d think if they were truly in a state of meditative bliss that they wouldn’t even have the wherewithal to hold them in. I wonder if you just sat outside a temple a listened if you’d eventually hear the odd toot here and there. That’d be pretty funny, actually. I’m gotta remember that so I can tell- fuck
In again
as I fill myself
with the energy of the Earth
and the wisdom of the Mankind
and out
to release it all back
and continue the eternal dance
of inevitable death
and life everlasting
Actually, I bet with the kind of diet those monks have I wouldn’t be surprised to hear they don’t fart at all. They’re probably so healthy. What do they even eat out there, anyways? I think it’s like rice and vegetables? Maybe? I’m sure they have gardens all over the place. You’d have to in a secluded place like that. It’s probably so peaceful out there. I should really start a garden. Definitely need a yard first, idiot. Why are so so mean to yourself? You really gotta stop that. I dunno, once I save up a little more, I’ll probably be able to afford a decent place, but I can’t keep letting myself get so distracted from my goals. God, you do this all the time. I swear, it’s like- wait a minute…
Aligned with emptiness
and full of pure being
I am awake
I am real
My truth is everlasting
My soul but one piece
of a greater whole
I am separate yet
connected
immeasurably
I am present
I am alive
and
my fucking foot’s asleep
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