Explication: Process

One minute
Meditations,
That’s all
I seem to be doing,

Each one
Of which,
Leads to
Another bout of reflection

And then,
I write about it,
In between
Sips of hot black tea,

Meting out words
Like lemon drops,
Popping them
Into my mouth,

Tasting the
Tangy sweetness,
Chewing
And swallowing;

And then,
Reaching
For
Another one;

And starting
All over,
Until I’ve et
The whole packet;

And then,
Reaching
For
Another package
From the cupboard.

Explicate: Exploring, “I”

From
A certain standpoint,
“I,” is nothing at all,
A ghost, a phantom

And yet,
When one
Turns towards
This, “I,”

Examining it closely,
Staring
Right into
It’s face,

At first,
There is
One-pointed-ness
But then,

Something
Very interesting transpires,
An opening outward
Towards infinity;

And so it is that
Through
A careful investigation
Of this, “I,”

One can see
Something like forever,
Or at least
From

A certain
Point
Of
View.

Explanatory: Ideas

From
A certain
Point of view,
Ideas are just ideas

But also
They are
The very stuff
Of life;

They are
Like the blooming
Of many coloured
Flowers in the desert,

Lasting for only
A very short time;
Nevertheless,
They leave their mark,

In the form of
Seeds and fruit,
Which fall to the ground
Or are gratefully consumed;

The many creatures
Of the parched sands
Relying upon them
For sustenance

And, in turn,
Offering fertilizer
To these same plants,
Which then reproduce again.

And so,
The flow of ideas is renewed,
Keeps returning, churning,
Burning, like the desert sands.