Meditation Poem Series: #81

I sat this evening with my weekly meditation group. We did 20 minutes of guided meditation lead by one of the members. I sat on the floor using my jacket as a cushion to elevate my hips off the floor. I noticed how tired and lethargic I felt. After meditation was over, I went to the gym and worked out for an hour or so. I feel less lethargic, and nice treating myself to Ramen with veggies and hard boiled egg added by your truly.

Meditation Poem #81
each moment a blessing
when received with gratitude
no expectations

Meditation Poem Series: #78

I am still meditating, but I just haven’t been very disciplined about updating my blog. I apologize to the readers. I commit to writing every day for the next 12 days, so I can fulfill my commitment of 90 poems based on 90 days of meditation.

Meditation Poem #78
change is inevitable
breathe through it
the only solid ground

Meditation Poem Series: #77

I am definitely running out of steam, but grateful for the practice of sitting. I sat today in the morning. I feel like I am coming out of a minor depressive period. Grateful I am more aware than I used to be, and caring for myself with more patience and love. I’ve also been practicing metta when I drive, starting with loving-kindess for myself and the other drivers around me. 🙂

Meditation Poem #77
deep compassions rises
out of my heart
love for all beings

Meditation Poem Series: #76

I didn’t get to write this yesterday, but I did 20 minutes of guided meditation in a group setting. I appreciate guided meditation, but I find that it’s less distracting for me to have complete silence. But as anyone whose ever tried to sit, it’s never totally silent. Even the quietest places have some form of sound…not even mentioning the metaphorical noise of one’s mind.

Meditation Poem #76
silence is golden
inner silence
comes for those that wait

Meditation Poem Series: #73

I was able to sit yesterday with my meditation group, I actually lead the guided meditation on breath and body. It seems strange how much of my life I live without being fully present in my body, and open to all the physical sensations I experience.

Meditation Poems #73
am I my thoughts?
am I my breath?
infinite nothingness