I don’t trust the meditators.
It’s not their spacy expressions
It’s their “me” centered vocabulary.
Deep breathing and yoga asanas
Are good for you, I learned that
Long ago; and I know how to
concentrate but I don’t call that
meditate, not the currently fashion-
able kind taught far and wide.
The “golden age” “dreamland”?
We had it a hundred thousand years ago.
Then our brains grew complex.
Zen seems to say wordlessness
Is enlightenment? Are all infants
And animals enlightened? Do you
Try to kill off your chattering
Monkeys to get to that thoughtless
Space? My monkeys nap and relax
While I breathe and do tai chi;
But they wake me at midnight
With insights, maybe a poem.
Full of thoughts, I go about my
Chores, doing what I need to do,
Enjoying the world and others
As worthy of attention as I am,
Often smarter and more fun,
Most are not self-satisfied, self-
Conscious meditators. We have lives
To live. We fill our days with little
Joys and various kinds of worries.
Meditation -- Vojtech Preissig