The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Apr 17, 2004
Meditation
The circle surrounding me is holy,
Sanctified by prayer and affirmation.
My back is straight;
My breath is rhythmic and deep.
Candle flame breaks the barrier
Between planes of reality,
Pungent incense rises toward heaven.
I pick up the bell and ring it sharply
To announce my intention.
I sense the protection encircling me -
An aura of violet and blue almost seen,
Vibrations emanating from my centre almost felt.
Voices whisper. I strain to hear.
Do the voices hold praise or condemnation?
The wind blows through me
But I am not cold.
Tears cleanse and baptize.
I am unaware of them
As the glide down my cheeks.
The rain falls around me
But I am not wet.
I long for clarity of vision.
For openness and warmth.
Is the light within me or without?
The sun shines upon me
But I do not burn.
Outside the circle a snake appears
It climbs the trunk of the elm
Until it finds the robin's nest.
The snake devours the robin's egg
And they become one.
Snake and robin each fulfilling its destiny
There is no judgment, only movement.
A shrouded corpse is placed upon a funeral pyre.
The body and the flame become one
Until soon only ash remains.
There is no extinction, only movement.
The ash is neither, yet an embodiment of both.
I seek stillness and find movement.
Which will I become -
The snake or the flame?
