When I Meditate

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Each morning during breakfast
I gaze out of the window
At the clouds
When you do this long enough
You may notice like me
You feel the sky
Is part of your mind
Its air flows through your chest
Its winds are your breath

When I sit by the sea
And gaze at the running waves
For five thousand miles they roll
Circling the earth
Circling the poles
If you read auras
You might make the mistake
Of concluding
I am a member of a different race
That I dwell among mermaids and mermen
That I am one of them
For the vibration of the sea
Is the only thing
That exists in me.

Each evening when I walk
I gaze at the mountains about
I sense their dignity
Their quiet majesty
Then in my perception
I am like the gnome Muscar
Who has been studying
For a hundred thousand years
What destiny belongs
To these beings called men
He wonders if they will ever discover
The beauty that lies
All around them.

Each day when I consider politics
If you talk to me
You might think
He is a quiet kind of guy
But you can see it in his eyes—
He is more radical
Than Sun Tzu, Machiavelli,
Karl Marz, Hegel,
Or how King George viewed
Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin
Or for that matter
Any reformer, conspirator, or liberator
In the history of the world
For my will is like
The salamander Orudu--
With a tongue of devouring flames
With a mouth filled with tectonic rage
Ripping apart mountains
Magma is ordered to rise
From the depths
To darken the sky
To shatter and to shake the earth
Exploding in super volcanoes
But unlike him
I do not create desolation
In my vision
I have put an end
Not only to tyranny
But the earth is filled with justice
Free of all corruption.
It is not ideas
That give birth to new life
Rather, raw power,
The force of nature,
Brings a new world into being.

Each day when I meditate
There are spirits of the earthzone
That make a huge mistake
They think I am like unto them
That I am one of their own
Because when they look
Inside of me
They perceive
A void so vast
So silent and still,
So empty of image or form
The stars and galaxies
Could call it their home
Here in me at last
They can take their ease
Find rest and peace
But you see
Spirits of the earthzone
Do not all know
My art--
To assume any disguise
To see through any being’s eyes
To take anothers point of view
And make it part of you
Until in the end
Every being becomes your friend
And you learn even this—
The broken heart to mend.