Sitting in Meditation

Occasionally I open my eyes–
look at others in the group.
They sit erect and silent
with the dignity of noble purpose.
Not once have I seen other eyes open–
each engrossed in their own inner world–
each a microcosm of the whole.

My steadfast loyalty to this group–
part of who I am.
What I seek is insight–
listening through the heart,
the crown
the pineal gland.
What I find–
the stillness
of the bubble
in a carpenter’s level.

The Buddhist prayer:
May I meet this moment fully–
may I meet it as a friend.