A Poem by Robert Ronnow

There is no religion in meditation
but it's worth visiting with your mind
in the morning. What will you find? 

Equally, think about the moose and nation.
Cleaning house no less than apocalypse, 
food rations. The mind lights at random.

Sit ten minutes. Breathe in, out.
Counting, or imagining the mind's a horse
galloping leads to other thoughts, not

catastrophe but also not allowed. Visit
with your bones which will outlast
words and desires. In them there's a fire

banked low, where particles of sun are
stored and slowed, or stilled entirely.
That's where I reside. Not really, 

not certainly, not virtually. Then
eyes open, flowering or snow falling, the day begins
no wiser, happier or myself.

© 2015 Robert Ronnow

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Added on December 25, 2014
Last Updated on January 2, 2015
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