manifestations of the mind

this is a poem i wrote about zen meditation

streams of thought flow through me like time in space

i sit on my black zafu and stare at the wall with disbelief

is this really me?

am I really here?

 

the sky outside is reflective of my minds desired manifestation

clear, undiluted, pure

there she is, with all her glory

all her might

simply existing

with all the vastness of the universes to support her

 

as i sit here on my zafu

i wonder

how long can it take to get to that space

way up there

deep into her expressed calm?

past the clouds of a foggy san francisco morning

the storms of the katrina

through the black holes of doubt and insecurity

 

brush stokes of impermanence stain my minds eye

wind is all i hear

taste

feel

this existence is real

or is reality truly without boundaries?

is she really where she says she is?

is he who he thinks he is?

 

what is it with this place we call me

this place deep within ourselves

yourself

myself

 

what are you reflecting?

what do you taste?

what do you dream?

where do you journey?

 

save it

protect it

your mind that is

 

the boundaries are getting blurry now

the cataracts are closing in

take off your glasses

see yourself in the world

as you truly are