“Shamatha” a poem

I sit cross-legged, amused

Eyes full of light confused

What looked so barren and bare

Has a depth beyond compare

A thing common, like my view

Can appear fresh and be new

Everytime I set eyes

Nascent and fresh, Surprise!

Hushing voices in my mind

Can be the hardest part

Giving to grace to unwind

How else to find your heart

I think breath unrestricted

Earthly thoughts proscripted

Ignoring stiffness and pain

I settle and remain

As relaxed as I can be

Glimpses of eternity

Float across my awareness

For bliss one needs finesse

Moments linger through the day

Priceless fragments I hoard

As I try and make my way

Like when my spirit soared