meditation begins

no past, no regrets,

no future, no hopes,

nothing to defend, no worries,

nothing to do, no demands,

rain kisses the window,

slides irresistibly earthwards,

sound dances in its kingdom,

sensations sparkle in body-sky,

space marks out its territory

in colours and shapes,

thoughts, not to be outdone,

dosey-doe through the mêlée,

it’s always like this,

always different,

nothing ever gets in the way

of what’s here now,

nothing could distract

from this-all – why meditate?

– it knows itself

in complete freedom,

perpetually beginning,

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This is a poem from START HERE The Path to Awakening. To find out more about the book, go to my BOOKS page.