A sonnet to meditation:
It’s almost painful, seeing what is there
Instead of what we saw last time we glanced
Outside ourselves to check interpretations
Of details we absorbed almost by chance.
Once past the pain, such beauty flies about,
Such strangeness, natural magic all around
Us grows to overpower rigid frames
Of thought to which we once found our minds bound.
To hear again, the ear needs deepest silence;
To see what’s really there, the eye must close.
To understand the world in all its beauty,
The mind releases what it thinks it knows.
Beyond past shadows meditation leads
The mind to fresh perceptions that it needs.