Ahh, this body, so tired, wanting rest
it has its needs, and I must listen
I’d like to take many more trips around the sun
I need the time to practice, to learn, to grow
before this body takes its final rest.
This mind. Oh, this mind, such a drama queen
Always blowing things out of proportion
Rising to the heights of joy
plunging to the depths of sorrow
I ask for it to be steady.
I have to keep asking…
it doesn’t give up its habits so easily.
Patience. Patience with this mind,
so childlike, needing understanding.
Patience with this mind that wants happiness,
just like the rest of us.
This heart, thumping wildly,
plodding along faithfully
comforting when I notice it
continuing anyway when I don’t
I’d like to ask this heart for more of its wisdom
but the drama queen mind is a diva
and drowns out the sweet soft heart song
in her clamoring for attention.
But the heart waits patiently,
this heart that is big enough to hold all of it,
all of it with compassion
This spirit, transcendent, pure,
I know you’re in there,
can you hear me knocking?
Please, open the door.
I want to meet this spirit
the sages keep telling me about
This spirit that is the answer to all questions
This spirit that needs nothing and gives everything
This spirit who in time awakens us all
to the startling truth of our undeniable connectedness.
Sometimes I see you where I would never expect
Sometimes I search until my eyes are blind
And still you evade me.
Sometimes I find you, because I sit still
And my identity melts for a moment
And I remember that pure being
is all there is
But then the drama queen diva
tightens her death grip on my attention
And I’m back in the room,
wondering if I was simply dreaming
this spirit into existence
But I know you’re there somewhere.
How else would I have been given
the gift of fervent heart seeking,
willingness to stay on this path
endurance to keep trying
courage and strength and perseverance
this path of spirit?
And now, this being…
Relaxing into this moment,
the knowledge that all is well.
This one breath.
This one moment.
And I remember, always and forevermore,
I am not body,
I am not mind,
I am not spirit,
I am the being comprised of non being
The essence of that which has no essence
The one who is present-absent
The blind seer
The loving hater
The ignorant knower
The joyful griever
The beautiful monstrosity
Not the extremes or their labels–
Not the awareness or the lack thereof
I am all that is, and all that is not.
No more words.