meditation

silence held the room
we were all there for a single purpose
one that employs, confuses, tires and eventually
streams from our bodies
a river of knowledge that coils itself
along tree branches, under stones
emerging, a bear
long sleeping
with grunts and grumbles
to a warm sunrise
framed with tangled vines one around another

the animal forms a voice

-are you angry, sad, fearful, happy
is it real?

louder

-are you angry, sad, fearful, happy
is it real?

it screams

quiet!

an answer

-are you angry, sad, fearful, happy
is it real?

silence!

-are you angry, sad, fearful, happy
is it real?

please.

-are you angry, sad, fearful, happy
is it real?

stop! no! it's not real! no! it's not real! no! it's not real!

-then, let go

breath rustles the leaves
a movement back to the dark luscious earth
we emerge
shaken by the deep strength of purpose
and there laying newly exposed is the path we thought was lost

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