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TSK Instructor Ken McKeon, takes a poetic long-view… while waiting… he perpends, a momentary inquiry into impermanence and reincarnation… or perhaps ‘repurposing’… a seed on its way in the universe…
THE DISPLAY
by Ken McKeon
Golden Buddhistic statues stand behind the clear glass walls
Of a display case set up at the front of a meditation room,
The forms do not move,
They do not have to,
They represent a completely stilled
Eternal non-positional timeless golden realm
Of uncontorted dimensionless perfections
You have to see them to believe them,
And I have tried to do that,
Tried with my eyes closed, my eyes open, my eyes blinking,
I have tried to tame the fury of my mind
Just to get a glimpse of them,
Nothing seemed to work and I passed on,
I stood in line for centuries trying
To be reborn as a hummingbird or a dragonfly,
I figured that lovely creatures given to stillness
Would have a shot at eternity,
I ended up a fly,
A dull black nothing little thing,
I was a mess,
I lived in garbage,
I was a fecaloid, shy, stinky, awful,
I washed my hands continually,
That didn’t help.
I ended up being caught behind a kitchen window frame,
My wings failed,
My small heart gave out,
My little fly brain blanked,
I was down to nothing,
My last buzz screamed out into the final air,
That air was the last sky I ever knew,
It vanished and the loss was overwhelming,
And I found myself doing prostrations for a thousand years,
I was the least part
Of an eternity of sand,
I was the glass of forever,
The drifting mountains, the sliding tides,
I found my rest at last in a wildflower, a breeze, the springtime.
I woke up as a river crashing through a granite gorge,
It was my heart,
That was all I ever came to be,
That and the opening shoreline that I felt
As I passed on out to sea…
