And then there’s meditating.
When one wants to meditate
One tells oneself to meditate.
‘Meditate!’ one says to oneself.
Upon which one meditates
And wonders why one speaks to oneself
In such a manner.
The wonderer, the ‘Meditate!-or’,
The meditator beyond them both.
Soaking seeds and nuts and some berries
In a white bowl overnight for porridge.
Mixing them with my curling fingers
Admiring their mix of colours and feeling.
And then I see the partners for the dance
Pair up in their partnered polarities:
Green pumpkin seeds & red goji berries.
Dark oval dates & gnarly walnut halves.
Small grey shields of sunflower seeds &
Sliding dozens of flaxseed spearheads.
Only alone then: black specks of chia seeds
That swell to completely seize the others by morning.