|Picture "Searching the Ox" kindly provided by h.koppdelaney under CC|
In this poem, I used the one of my favorite poems from William Blake to "seed" my own:
"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."
Time fades away and has no meaning
No past, no future, only an expanded sense of presence
Self melts away and is not separated from anything
Consciousness expands freely and not bounded by Ego or the Senses
Oh friend, why trade this for worldly reflections of shadows?
Born with this potential you were
Use the key of meditation to unlock eternity in an hour