Meditation

The prayer of all prayers,
The shattering of all tendencies,
The dismantling of all identities,
The end of all suffering,
Is what meditation aims.

For me the case different,
Meditation really hard,
Every session challenging,
And hallucinating.
Sometimes I sleep,
Sometimes I freak out,
Bumps up and down,
The mind always shouts.

For I persist more,
And procrastinate more.

And all in this game,
Something changes,
Some of what was I,
Dies,
And some unknown,
Comes alive.

And for the aliveness,
All challenges small,
The path long,
Worth travelling forth,
For what’s back,
Is dead and gone,
And ahead,
Dripping like honey,
Unknown ecstasy.

P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).

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