Casket: Notes from Underground

I struggled through my meditation today,
If that’s what it was,
For it felt, sorrowful and pointless
Like everything else.

The darkness is so dark at present
I think what rubbish practice is,
But then reflect upon
The glimmers of light that I have seen.

In the darkness,
Flashes of hope
Dance across my mind,
Tantalizingly close.

These fragile bursts do not last long, however,
But sometimes it’s all I have,
Like someone who’s been buried
Under a mountain for so long,

Even the idea of outside
Is beyond recollection,
Yet the seeds of remembrance
Remain intact.

Thus, when a sound breaks through
From far above,
A rockslide or an avalanche perhaps,
Triggered by the warming sun,

This event stirs a long forgotten memory,
Or by some instinct, the listener,
Hearkens towards the sound,
Yearning for light and fresh air.

Then soon the seeking mind
Begins anew,
The search to find
A way out resumes.