1st, Canada Day, once again sit morning meditation facing out
forest cabin window
today lower back muscles ache, I squirm in chair seeking
watch a thin trail of smoke rise from sage incense stick on window
Where does that smoke go? Surely to the place where dead souls
Heaven & hell a myth invented to avoid announcing humanity's
place in the universe.
Follow breath out nostrils, empty thoughts, let spirit
This morning Vivian's & my one-year anniversary,
dawn of lovemaking before breakfast muffins--
last night white-tailed deer
spotted in dirt road by cabin,
easy to see with light lasting till 11pm this
then groups of hares hopping across same road, then marble-sized
cabin roof an hour.
Back to breath, the thin trail of smoke, maybe I should
No, it's our anniversary, all body energies whisper remain
how thankful I feel.
Vivian's siamese cat Sky digs front left claw into my
& starts clopping around the room, 3 tiny paws and one man's
impossible not to laugh in midst of this meditation.
breath, back to thin trail of smoke--
a small gray moth clings to window from
outside, unable to cross
threshold & kill itself in the flame.
Inhale, exhale, too many thoughts to
empty this morning--
we are not yet anywhere the species we all know we can
Katz July 2001