On Meditation

– Nirali

Sitting alone, crossed legged,
In the silence of a dark room
Is not about becoming;
About gaining,
About accruing greater powers,
Abilities, vanity, distinctions,
Or transcending anything.

It is about melting,
Gently,
Observing quietly the revolution;
Wrapping oneself into a gift
And offering it away to the river of life

If we inquire with love:
‘Who is the meditator?’,
‘What is meditation?’,
Then perhaps we may someday find out
How to meditate?

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