Sitting in Lotus

 

Sitting in lotus, chilled at the surface

Examining motives to quell the discursives

Aspiring to the realm of being and belonging

Desire overwhelms with feeling, passion, longing

Things long forgotten, swirling around

Rapids of thought, image and sound

Flashes of judgments, aversion and grasping

Clashes of subjects, and what was the last thing?

Then letting it go, easy with the breath

Forgetting what you know—you’ve reasoned it to death