Meditating meditation

poem

Meditating meditation

Ignore the fleeting thoughts which pass
across the surface of your mind
Reflections in a looking glass
which leave nothing solid behind.

They briefly show then fade away
Like shooting stars across the sky.
Of no importance any way.
Not worth the time it takes to try.

To understand what they might mean.
If they're important they will slow
their pace so that they can be seen
as something which you need to know.

Command your mind to concentrate
and pay attention to one thought.
Be single minded contemplate.
Is this the truth which you have sought.

Reducing the complexity
of half formed thoughts which multiply
to simple singularity.
Grows easier each time you try.

If you achieve an empty mind
completely undistracted by,
Stray random thoughts of any kind.
Experience epiphany.

For one brief moment understand.
We are all small parts of just one whole.
Then you will know you can't command
the forward movement of your soul.

The quest you are engaged upon
is something which we all must do.
Accept this fact and carry on
How long it takes is up to you.

03/06/2009
http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

Reviews

[Violet Rose]

The subject is grandly displayed. It was tangible here on the reader's end.

"Ignore the fleeting thoughts which pass
across the surface of your mind
Reflections in a looking glass
which leave nothing solid behind."

The last stanza doesn't come off the tongue so gently as the first couplet. Perhaps it's the overindulgence of consonants?


I'm not sure what the literal term of this is called - the cousin of alliteration in which a sound in a line is prevalent. Perhaps it's simply called "good poetry". Either way, this piece was full of it and gave a special charm to it.

"For one brief moment understand.
We are all small parts of just one whole.
Then you will know you can't command
the forward movement of your soul. "

I thought this was the true conclusion of the piece. It definitely had the snap to do so. This is where the poem ties together and forces the reader into an awakening - that we are a blink and a twinkle in the eyes of Existence and our arrogance to live for material things is, in the end, a waste.

Kudos.

[Emily B]

I will practice. My mind strays, you know. Always tempted farther away from where I want my mind to rest by some other pretty thought. It will take some doing to learn to focus. But I will get there . . . lovely little meditation you've written here.