Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Sitting in contemplation

up or down
ether lifts me like a hammock
chakra slide
colours illuminate
outer fades while inner empties

med it
made it
home

what i need a meditation sabbatical
a sacred sabbath witches preferred
long lasting to fit the penitence i do
a retreat into the local, down to the dirt
in my yard, digging with a shovel
planting new shrubs, grasses, and flowers.
my other being goes to work
changed into a strong persona
illumined by the others
my best brought out
meditation in work
"buddhism is portable"
someone said to me
a refuge from america
he taught school in laos during the war
rode a bike
fell in love with another man, vietnamese,
well spoken and educated himself,
yet he came from a villaige
of shacks on stilts along a canal
that opened into the gulf of siam,
a place i flew into, i remember
the shining metal roofs,
brown water, jungle,
a distant place, yet, there were teachers there too,
and we meditate upon these things,
dying walking buddhas
still living as freinds in memory.