The morning sunshine’s streaming into the bedroom.
That’s my alarm clock to wake up, rise out of bed,
begin my daily mediation.
Though still fatigued from a restless sleep
of worry, occasional nightmare, I’ll perform
what’s become part of my morning ritual.
I enter a quiet, still, solitary place— the study.
I sit cross-legged on a cushion,
place my hands on my knees, close my eyes,
as if a Buddhist monk, focus on my breath,
inhale, exhale…inhale, exhale…..
After a few moments, my mind begins to wander.
First to regrets of the past, then to worries of the future.
Then to bodily sensations—the grumbling in my stomach,
An aching ankle, itching skin on my arm.
Next to annoying sounds in the outside world—
the roaring engine of a plane soaring overhead,
a distant screaming siren, honking horns of automobiles.
When I become aware of my wandering mind,
To rising and passing of sense impressions,
thoughts, emotions, I refocus on my breath,
inhale, exhale….inhale, exhale…
After a few moments, my mind wanders again…
To bodily sensations, to sounds, to distracting
thoughts…So again, I refocus on my breathe,
inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…..
I tell myself:don’t recall the past, don’t peer
into the future,focus on the breath.
When 30 minutes have elapsed, the clock rings.
I open my eyes, stretch my legs, ponder the experience.
I’m feeling peaceful like I was listening to one of Chopin’s
piano nocturnes. My mind’s clear like a cloudless sky with sunshine.
I’m ready to begin my day of possibilities.