Meditation doesn’t require chanting or the ever popular “Oomm” you only need silence. Minding breath, letting all attachments go, that’s when things happen.
Opening the third eye I found myself on the couch in the same position I’ve always been in. A drink in one hand, desperately trying to forget the days that continue to creep by, and a bong made from a juice bottle still catching its breath.
Cloudy minded a half thought crossed my mind as I looked at my heart in human form. Sigh, I ask about the cards because it still matters to a few people close. An eager laugh, then suddenly I find myself pulled out into the hostile streets we call home. Fresh air with cruel glares from strangers, the mark of the place we have to call home.
Positivity beams through love’s touch and a little stroll was had. Straight to the tunnel ditch all skaters long for but few can conquer. Hearing a call from the nineties for a taco. Only to see the baja of the Aztecs. Header into the concrete waste, only to transmute on the other side with a hand in mine. Releasing a breath, I gaze at the sky recalling the glorious final moon. Heart heavy for the secret wish whispered under that starry sky. Soon rain begins to trickle down. Reach out a hand for a drop, just to find an orange cap instead.
Staggered steps lead into the usually crowded place with the same tongue spoken by all those that speak. In usual fashion I stick out like the Jolly Green Giant in a leaf loincloth. Fumble into a sea of cards only to find myself in a holiday hot tub. Dazed and confused, into the arms of Silver. Gold coin shining brightly calls of the treasure hidden inside. Shuffle the cards to find the paper, then slip back into the comfy couch of a night. Swing, swing down the pavement to the sound of cumbia. Low trucks floating majestically past view, still hauling tools proudly in the bed. Cracking open the shell of my tempest clam, I find the exact pearl needed. Shining radiance blesses me with its presence. Blinding beauty leads me headfirst into a pole. A ring echoes through the warm air and my eyes find a small sign. Reminding me of my precious fish, imperfectly perfect.
All three eyes close and I drift off into the darkness once more.
This is beautiful