Meditation #1

The dust echoes of everything
playing in between and all around


The entirety questions as to whether expressions on meditation should even be expressed.
What is meditation?
Why meditate?
How to meditate?
When to meditate?
Is there a unified way to express meditation in words on a blog post?

I think not.

Though thinking whether so or not at all defeats any sense of meditation immediately.

In order to speak of meditation
One must continue to meditate.

The entirety expresses meditation.




A motorcycle exhausts it's way past the hedge of leafs that build a fort around a garden.

“Wonderwall” ends.
“Son of a Preacher Man” begins
somewhere inside from the garden.

“I Shot the Sheriff” bounces through the headphones of a dog walker.

A couple on the adjacent table speak of whether or not to get a take away.

“Song 2” bursts through back inside.

I got my head checked.

Stop.



“Get It On” reclaims inside.

Somewhere at the midpoint, someone inside decreases the volume as an electric bike soothes through the road.

The wind blows
turning this page into the next.




Is silence stillness?

“Here Comes the Sun” shines inside.

Days of grieving the loss of and for someone begin to surface.


Detaching from noise is silence.
Reducing conflict on any level within to zero feels like a point where meditation begins.

Stillness.

A walk.



The purchase of a plant for home sits in stillness and peace.


On a phone call.
A conversation that requires a stillness of nothing.

An immigrant who is against immigration seems a paradox to far.

The neglect of one's kin
due to the colour of their skin
while championing
one side as an absolute
in order to give them the illusion of control to win
while having no control of themselves
from within
feels a paradox to far

Yet I sit in a paradox also
finding the control
to let go of my control
from within

The phone hangs up

Sit
Still
Silence




For the first time in the day
A conscious approach to listening to music
as opposed to external dictations of what should be heard
enter the hemisphere.

“On a Plain”
Unplugged
On loop.


The intentions and perspective
from where the writer and performers where coming from
are respected within and without the realms of their lives.

Though in this life
In this moment
In this presence
The frequencies of
The words and sounds
Dissolve into a mound
Of silence
Coming together.


Stillness
Silence
No Conflict
At peace.