SAMADHI

He is certain that there is
that single moment when it will be
exactly the right time for it.
There must be such a moment, for it
will not happen until that instant arrives
and he knows it must be arriving soon.
He isn’t sure how he will know
when the moment arrives, just that
it will signal itself, somehow
and he will know with enough warning
that it will happen on schedule.
Until then, he will sit, patiently
on the mat, staring at the wall
and imagining what samadhi
will feel like when it comes.

THE GIRL COMES OUT 無門關 四十二

She sits undisturbed
Shakyamuni by her side.
You can wave at her, she
will pay you no mind.

You cannot grasp her mind
and maintain a hold
on your own, you will grow
deaf from the chatter
but a child can curl
at her feet and she
will stroke his forehead
in perfect Samadhi.


A reflection on Case 42 of the Mumonkan (Gateless Gate)

BUDDHA IN WALES

Sitting cross legged

I dance between mindfulness

and Samadhi,

slipping the unmarked boundary

until engulfed by the void.

Buddha crawls into my lap

an utter stillness until

she touches my cheek

with sand paper tongue

and kneads my chest

with rhythmic paws.

I run my fingers

down her spine.

We purr, wedded

in perfect enlightenment.