In One Spot

Things have been a bit rough on the home front, as of late. During such times, I turn to Uttama, my elder sister, for comfort:

Four times, five, I ran amok from my dwelling,

having gained no peace of awareness,

my thoughts out of control.

So I went to a trustworthy nun.

She taught me the Dhamma:

aggregates, sense spheres, and elements.

Hearing the Dhamma,

I did as she said.

For seven days I sat in one spot,

absorbed in rapture and bliss.

On the eighth, I stretched out my legs,

having burst the mass

of darkness.

And like her, I sit in one spot, absorbed in ebbs and flows of breath. Body, dissolved. Heart, cracked wide open. Mind, clear.