Meditation Mediation

November 15th, 2009

Be still, my mind.
I say it, but cannot believe it… or rather, feel it.
Be still, but it is only an illusion.

Be still and think of nothing.
The words

float

through my brain as endlessly tethered to every single other piece of thought,

and as soon as I falter on repeating the words,

my mind tumbles

aimlessly

out of control.

Too much going on.
No silence.

Words parachute

from children’s lips

in piercing points that

individually do nothing.
Together, in the assault of sounds
against my pleas for silence
shatter my bubble into shards of glass.

Be still.

No thoughts.

I know if I can just imagine a black screen,
there would be nothing to see.

But it is not my mind’s eye I must blind,
it’s technically not my ears I must deafen.

It’s… my thoughts–

my racing thoughts.