ON MEDITATION
Bob Ludden
http://www.essex1.com/people/robert/
Prayers at an end....
Postured on my little bench
I note the cycle of each breath,
and nothing more.
I long for God
but dare not interpose the thought
(for thought breeds thought)
and such is not of God.
Unlock the mind.
Unlock the heart.
And listen...
Expecting nothing
For that as well must go.
And there at the center,
Ineffable No-thing-ness!
The divine intersection;
the crossroads of the soul and God...
Always new, and never to compare...
And desecrated by my words.