I meditate in the middle of a meditation.

I dream I'm sitting cross legged,

And I pretend to say ommmmmm.

It comes out more like, "uhhhhhhh."

And then I see your face again,

As sweeet as honey to the tongue,

As bright as the smile of many rainbows,

As dazzling as the sun that breaks through clouds of darkest rain.

And then I wake and realize

I'm contemplating again.

Sri will chide me.

He tries to teach me how to concentrate,

Then shift the gears of my mind to meditate.

He doesn't think I'll ever make it to contemplate,

But I'm already there,

Without knowing how.

-jenn