Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Two Meditation Poems
Last weekend, I attended a retreat with my newly formed women's spirituality group. We gathered on the northern California coast in a location of indescribable beauty, located right on the cliffs overlooking the Pacific. During our meditations, two poems "came through" unexpectedly:
Meditation One
I am not a Buddhist
nor am I a yogi.
My robe has no
special emblem
or design.
My Great Teacher
is Silence.
I sit here now
listening.
Meditation Poem Two
It is happening again.
O, my soul opening!
Such love, such beauty
dissolving all boundaries.
How can I bear this
sudden influx
of joy?
(Dorothy Walters, Gualala, October 23-24, 2004)
Meditation One
I am not a Buddhist
nor am I a yogi.
My robe has no
special emblem
or design.
My Great Teacher
is Silence.
I sit here now
listening.
Meditation Poem Two
It is happening again.
O, my soul opening!
Such love, such beauty
dissolving all boundaries.
How can I bear this
sudden influx
of joy?
(Dorothy Walters, Gualala, October 23-24, 2004)
