Meditation -1, Prayer – 0
By Jane Tawel
January 12, 2022
If I meditate on you,
seeing through you today,
as you were when young, as you will be when old,
then all my telling and all I am told,
fades away, and I see you.
and I see me, at last,
but it is a freedom, frightening,
and I prefer to chain myself again
to outcomes and perceptions.
I will try again tomorrow,
to see through you to the little child,
and I will replant my own seed
in the womb of wholeness,
at least if only
for just a fleeting moment of conception.
In new conception, one finds Eternal Love.
If I meditate on You,
I feel fear and uncertainty,
because I think of You as a thought,
and that You should be somewhere.
Instead, You are every where,
The Seeker and the Sought are One.
You are never going to come,
but You are here and now, instead,
and that I can’t get through my head,
and my heart aches with the anger of my aloneness.
If I but give myself away,
to lack of desire and lack of days,
then Eternity creates anew,
the me in You.
Give way, oh my Mind, to Heart of pure release.
Remorse is but a fire consuming,
but repentance waters the seeds of True Life.
What is a prayer, if not a certainty of Answering?
And the answer comes in Silence,
and the Silence is the womb.
© Jane Tawel, January 12, 2022