This poem by Barbara Moss Abramson describes her experience meditating for the first time in a very long time. About the experience, Barbara said: "I wrote it last night, immediately after I finished sitting quietly. Then I slept well."
I sat in silence to listen to the stillness,
Yearning to touch the quiet spaces inside my head, Shushing the noise my thoughts created.
I heard not silence, but the pelting of the rain on the roof, the slap of leaves and earth soaking up the moisture pellets.
My dog, confused by my sitting in the dark paced back and forth, his nails clicking on the wood and tile floors.
An urgent woof, summoning me to bed,
Distressed by the change in my routine
A cat meows outside the door seeking shelter from the wet night, only to be scared away by the insistent bark –
My protector heard it too.
Now he scratches at the door
Then laps water from his bowl
I can almost hear his thoughts
Wishing me to hasten on to bed.
Did I succeed?
No deep revelations were revealed
Yet in the sounds around me
None but from true nature heard
I found peace.
Barbara wrote more about her experience with meditation and how this poem came into being:
Meditating, not the first time at all, but there is a story -
When I was in my early 30's I wanted to learn to meditate- I had a friend who taught me to breathe and count backwards - she guided me down and gave me a visual to follow - we had a little group and would meet an take turns being the "leader"
Eventually, I felt comfortable to try on my own and found it very easy to go inside -
Until I uncovered a memory that I had blocked - I had been abused as a teenager it came back to me in a meditation. I knew it was real (some people questioned it) and for years I was unable to relax or meditate at all. In the last few years I have been able to listen to guided meditations - so I have never had true silence for long periods of time..
Last night was my first attempt at sitting alone with myself and it was really interesting.
I am familiar with diaphramatic breathing and did that for a bit and also put my tongue on the roof of my mouth as I breathed in - then I just sat - for about 20 minutes and listened to the rain, the cat, the dog :)
I love to write - but I haven't written poetry in a very long time - so this was an incredible gift - this burst of creativity that I had to right down immediately.