Centering Prayer
- A Beginner
I sit with back straight,
feet firmly planted
and timer set.
Then I sink into silence.
A melting within,
a closing without.
Soon a tantalizing thought,
or an agony of itches,
or a cough
begging for release.
Then the gentle word
and a return to the still point.
Over and over and over
these little surrenders
that empty me of self,
drop by drop.
Someday perhaps
the longed for place
beyond space and time;
the total surrender;
the loss that gains.
But until then
this transcendence
of frustration
will have to do
and maybe that's
enough for now.
Ceci LaDuca,