
All these months I have made progress
in the Peace and Justice room of the convent
and although it is not humble to announce that
I have chosen my word, that is not a word
but a sacred sound, to shush all my thoughts
clamoring like children wanting to be heard.
I have learned to close my eyes and sit
with my back straight and palms open
on my lap, in a gesture of receiving
what the universe is offering.
Oh yes, I have learned to let go
of the itch bothering my nose
which is no small thing
and leave this world of cushions and candles
feel my breath rise and fall and rise again
in the Peace and Justice room
until the new woman settled in her seat
and her great honking snore erupted
and I learned that I had learned nothing at all.
What there is to learn from the experience described is not to be disturbed by the new input but to switch your concentration to the “disturbing” event. Not seeing it as disturbing our meditation but taking it as a subject of the meditation is the key. Peace.
Powerful, and beautifully put words to something very common – just when we think we’re making progress, we are given an opportunity to be humble. Thank you Marion.
Peace and Joy,
Melissa