I once wrote of
sitting for an hour each morning
despairing in my lack of progress in
grooming my ability to meditate properly, in
telling myself to let it all go, before
ratcheting –
ratcheting –
ratcheting –
ratcheting –
ratcheting –
through the homogeneous days’ events
In response, a friend wrote to me of his
walking meditation and
skipping rocks
across the Delaware
meditative movement worked for him
I love walking meditation
nearly as much
as I love driving meditation.
The irony and the humor that is always present in that moment –
harsh words and scowling at the one in front of you
and then realizing
that they are exactly where they should be
and probably shout-scowling
at the one ahead of them too.
Once I kept getting stopped by ducks
crossing the road …
interrupting my mad-dash-hurrying
to a communication group
that I was leading –
then a fox …
then a turtle ….
When I got to the church, I realized
they were all telling me –
Slow down
Feel the path
The means are the end
I am not in charge
Meditating on my lack
of progress meditating,
is meditation
my lack of progressing
in making progress
is progress
And I wonder if calmly attending
to the issues we are presented each day
isn’t a form of enlightenment
and grace
in itself.
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These are great insights! Love the last three stanzas. I’d like to think that noticing one’s lack of progress is still progress in that you are maintaining your self-awareness. However, I think that after a certain point that maintenance becomes stagnant. Would you agree? I’m curious to know what you think! 🙂