Morning Meditation -- a poem

I begin my experiment in blogging.  I do this as a way to practice and share my writing.

From last year......

MORNING MEDITATION

Sitting,

silent

in the dark before dawn,

jasmine ember burns low.

Breathe.   Slow.

Settle in.   

There,

in that place ,

the gap

between thoughts ,

release from the ego,

a space,  deep within.

This

cosmic expanse,

a moment, familiar;    

an echo through time…..

but where,

and when?

Then,

memory returns.

Last night

once again,

unbound and unfettered

I, the dreamer, was dream.

Lucid,  

soaring limitless,  

mist upon skin,

each glance creating

an expanse

yet unseen.

Vistas

unending ,

vibrant with detail;

uncanny,

unknown,

a world in between.

Here: 

a village,

white-washed

ancient arches,

aglint in the sun

roofs of red tile.

There

veridian  jungle,

vines and dense forest.

Beyond:

lapis ocean,

cerulean sky.

Tears

of sheer joy;

heart so full—                       

Recognition.                   

Alive to the moment.

Freedom from time.

Until…

veil descends,

grounded by gravity,

entrenched in the body, 

transcendency done.  

Yet

grateful for these,

twin portals

of Spirit:

the place where one sits 

and the dream that is sung.

Because

before pulse,  

outside body,

is always.

Beyond here - pure potential-

abides ever, and One.

Katherine Hamilton

11/24/12