I bow down to All Meditators
Some say it was crude dwellers who sat up
and the shimmering echoing Cave of Mind went still
Some say from beginningless time Lord and Lady All-is-Good
gaze into each others eyes—O Lonely Seeker, who are you?
Desire itself has no desires—Go with cushion folded blanket hot drink
into bedroom corners—Go out onto patios in urbes et suburbes
Go into slums and forests—Go into wide open deserts
sandy beaches Winnebago parks by freeway on-ramps
cityscape perch and basement cave
in many mansions and more tenements
Wherever you are mind is Mind
Sit down shut up HA HA HA HA!
I bow down to you
Love,
- John O.
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