Awash
Sometimes, in meditation, you get a sense of nothing much matters. That for all the hustle and bustle and all of those pressing issues and events, it is all an illusion designed to stop you from, well, meditating. It feels as if the stillness and the sense of the eternal moment is all there really is. It feels as if you have come home and you really never actually want to leave again to go back to the nonsense that is your life. An eternal moment of stillness. An eternal moment of connectedness. In that moment, many things seem to come together and you understand. You are offered a glimpse of eternity and of understanding and you grasp it but just for that eternal moment and then its gone again
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Touch the emptiness Stretching deepness Cooling depths Old memories Black and white Like old movies Funny feelings As if I could touch Touch the emptiness It’s on the edge As if momentarily Forgotten Was that my childhood? Was that really me? Stretching deeply To touch the emptiness Its’ dreamlike quality Chasing that thought Is there a reason? Am I all for naught? Touching the emptiness Building a soulful thirst Driving onwards ever wearily Towards the setting Sun Yet didn’t it just begin? Started in the sixties Images, floating illusions Touching the emptiness My father has already gone He prepares the place Wherever that is as he Touches the emptiness Birth, Death, emptiness Cyclic like the seasons I came from the emptiness And there I will return Reaching out, stretching On
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