On Meditation
Robert Michael O’Hearn
Consciousness
an incessant swirling
of invisible matter
a secretive whispering
of all passer-by ghosts
past-participle fast-forward
in your innermost fervor
and furthermost reverie.
Each unique remembrance
anguishing, entreating you
to remember. Remember that I remember
and compete for unwavering attention span,
while patronizing each other
with the usual travail
while recalling every long forgotten,
bitter enmity
with a vehemence still in you,
you had long thought vanished.
I am waiting too. I am waiting
as well as waiting
to have and to hold
for better or worse
all things within grasping reminiscence.
Desiring, once again, to be gullible,
enough to simply believe that by taming
ones own breathing, I will arise
and be more keen
as if this breathing were mere exercise
in coercing transcendentalism
to wavelength projections of continuity.
A pioneering sojourner, who just witnessed
an incandescent breakthrough
into Om . . .
