Acrostic: Nothingness;
prayers, meditations, and hymns
©Olan L. Smith, 11-26-22
Navigate your mind, think of nothing, empty it, poor it out
On wooden floors, and understand it seeps into the cracks, into
The hardwood, empty all, hollow the crevices, nooks, crannies,
Hallow the mind to touch the void, the place beyond places
Into the crannies where nothing seeps, nothing resides
Not even a god, even Emptiness dares not name it home. Mantras
Grasp not its worth, it is not a thing, it is no thing lost in
Nowhere calling death life, and between resides the unknowable;
Elsewise, the chants, the mantras, the hymns and songs fail awareness,
Sorrow engulfs all, and prayers go unanswered in the great gulfs of
Sadness, where souls drift and labor, never knowing what lies beyond.
A. N. For a long time I found meditation impossible, how do you think of nothing, but it is possible, perhaps this acrostic poem will help others who have a similar problem of emptying (slowing) the mind. In meditation you are trying to slow your brainwaves from the beta state, to a lower state of consciousness, slow down the mind's brainwaves, not to stop thinking, which would be useless to the meditator. You want to move from one awareness to another.
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