Meditation, Untrained

I let go of the moment
And my heart raced pensively
Throbbing in unison
With the uncertainty of the universe
Mastering the meditation sequence
As a metaphor of life untrained
Methodical

Silence changes hues
And the colors fill thy soul
One breath at a time
Grasping at the infinitesimal point
That encloses the great all
The eastern breathing in the belly
Was the locus of western reason
The meet
A translation of commodities
Rendezvous la verdad

For the atheist raised to the infinite
In the epiphany of the mathematical trinity
A global enlightenment
Would be the result of some apocalypse
The world's soul locking in its desire for solitude
The great escape artistry
Of some deeply reasoned errancy of a sphere

For me, I remembered the banks of Italy
And the lemon trees
Their meaning escapes me in the errancy,
All things being equal,
But their yellows were mesmerizing
The preconceived resonance
Was the vibration of a former life
Reverberating in the glitches of the present
A passion masquerading the arrhythmia
The heart of the universe is silent
But we are human
Composed of irregular patterns
Approximating formulaic enclosure
But tragically escaping
God's allowance of beauty in all His perfection

For what greater good
Would we return to the great mother's womb
In a veil of light and wisdom?
What cowardice would retreat us
To the apathy of an entropic nirvana?
Letting things slip away into their emptiness
Letting all things fall apart
In the light of some deeply desired absolute
Some great yearning for eternal closure
Contrary the perpetual transience of the universe

Give me all the suffering of the world
And I will hiss like a snake cornered
Fight the overwhelming surge of retreat
To mark just one finite point on the escape from entropy
And clutch
Cling
Grasp dear for life, dear, for LIFE
For the taste of MY humanity
Ego and all
Negate the paradox of existence
Which even emptiness could not withhold from disclosure
Which even wisdom could not bear in silence
As per the direction of the wise
Failing themselves in their intellectual pretension
In their desire for the great solitude and enclosure from the all

'Las the disclosure of your soul
Will mean nothing in the posited end
All things ephemeral
Already empty in the posited will of the future
That is, the predetermined distribution
Of its posthumous possessions
As that which does not yet exist
Nevertheless has a pejorative share in the present moment
And that which comes of that which is yet to be born
Will at consummation of its conception
Already know the deed from which it was handed down
The paper taken from the tree of life
On which its existence was written
In the mathematical codes of universal governance
Despite the uncertainty of the great mother's birthing patterns
That which had FAITH in its becoming
And with a dire grip wrought its perfect order
Out from the shifting forms of world
And doubtful semblances of idea
The master of ITS perfection
Turning from the Nothing to epiphanies of Light, undisclosed
Allowing the mystery recede in its concealment
To attend to that which shows itself
Full frontal nudity

And happily,
This is merely what it is to be ordinary
A master of life untrained


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com