What is the perception of meditation?
What is the purpose?
It’s not what I think it is, is it?
Gonna lose my mind
attempting to find
the perfection
of my perception
a reflection and projection
of my concocted, whimsical, whirled world.
The churning slows
to a hollowed halt,
still-framed, lame-brained, mush piled –
cranio collapse,
a remembering relapse.
A stillness of remembering,
remembering to remember.
Remembering nothing at all
embracing and fully enthralled
with the curious notion
perpetual motion.
An emotion revolution
by tuning and toning,
syncing and honing
the heart and mind.
The throb and the thought –
loving all
and thinking naught.