Dear Goddess/God/Ground of
Being/Universe,
Here I am again, on my
cushion, chair, or mat,
with my breath, and bones, and
heart.
Oh, and my monkey mind, too.
Already the macaques are leaping
through the forest of my neurons, and I haven’t even found my breath yet.
Sigh. Right hip hurts a bit.
What am I doing here, on this
cushion, chair, or mat?
What am I looking for?
Wrong! I’m not supposed to look
for anything.
But a bit of peace wouldn’t come
amiss right now,
Goddess/God/ Ground of Being/Universe.
Now the monkeys are throwing
fruit.
Gently let them go. Breathe. Is
it time to get up yet?
None of this makes sense.
Focus on the heart instead.
How long have I been doing
this? I don’t mean just today, but in my life.
Years and years, but not consistently,
not faithfully enough, obviously.
Or I’d be better at it.
Don’t judge. Breathe. Accept.
I can’t stop the screeching monkeys
or send blood to my left
foot, which has fallen asleep.
The only thing I can do is to
keep showing up on my cushion, chair, or mat.
So I do, mostly,
Goddess/God/Ground of
Being/Universe.
I often feel the same way, minus the screeching monkeys, at Adoration. I just cannot seem to quiet my mind. I do keep trying, though.
ReplyDeleteAnd if you're trying, you're doing it right....
DeleteLovely. I need to do this more often.
ReplyDeleteI can't even seem to quiet mine down during yoga...
ReplyDeleteI'm told, and I hope it's true, that the benefits of these practices become apparent in how we feel during daily life--calmer, more contented--rather than during the practice itself.
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