The New River

I sat and I stared my whole world went away

The periphery to the center turned right into gray

Or was it the outside to inside dissolving

My perception of center it went on evolving

I searched and I searched with my conscious attention

For somewhere to grasp of the center I mentioned

I looked in my feet resting crossed in the grass

I followed my legs up straight through my ass

I didn’t stop there I explored my whole torso

The breath in and out the heart beating more so

But this wasn’t my center so I searched through my arms

Sounds of the nights creatures bringing fear and alarm

I let out a clap to scare them away

And realized my fear was my mind just in play

Then I remembered the search for my center

And with that small thought it’s the mind that I entered

Upon looking round’ there was no center there

The space in my skull the head that has hair

I looked to my senses, the space that surrounds me

The breath through my nose, the vapors that drown me

I pushed my attention to see the whole thing

My vision, my heart, my thoughts, my feelings

I found myself staring at a point oh so small

The reflection of the moon on a bottle was all

I looked with my vision, I looked with my heart

I looked with the whole thing and much to my start

The world turned to gray and the gray turned to black

The moon’s small reflection I felt staring back

But the space I had entered was somewhere behind it

Way out in the cosmos I tried not to mind it

That feeling so new, it gave me a fright

My heart began pounding, my ego alight

Then black turned to gray and gray turned right back

To the place I was sitting and feeling things at

I sat in confusion my mind played it back

That experience it felt like it had to unpack

But I remembered again the search for my center

“Was it there in that space that I had just entered?”

No it was not and I laughed at my dream

I’d remembered again the sound of the stream

The air in my lungs, I could feel my heart beating

The search for my center it had no true meaning

But the truth I had found in my exploration

Was precisely the place, the whole destination

Last night’s meditation, last night’s meditation

The Pale Blue Dot – Voyager 1, NASA 1990

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