In POETRY by Wayne Amtzis1 Comment

Return to sitting.

Within a loose sense of the body,

let the mind move with a long sweep

up the spine, or, more deliberately, with soft paws

clawing upwards, vertebrae by vertebrae,

register movement with the in-breath;

rest, with the out-breath. Then, simply abiding,

without inward movement or outward projection,

let the mind settle fully here in a place, in a body

Recognize when the mind wanders,

then return through the openness of place

to embodiment,

not just as a marker of the mind’s presence,

but with intelligent awareness,

a malleable shape-shifting presence

(perceiving outwardly, sensing inwardly)

clued to the movement of mind

Within this alert ease, this placing and return,

as mind steadies itself, sensate awareness awakens

Not by staking out a place of vantage,

Not tactically, but tactfully present,

with an ongoing openness to experience, a willingness

to move with whatever arises

Dwell within the body, fully there and aware

Having gained ease with the outer body,

with the in-breath sense movement from the extremities

inwards, through the arms legs and spine

and with the out-breath rest in turn at the throat and heart,

at the gut and sex, and at the head

Then with the whole body, let go, surrender to the current

or to the untold stillness, still unfathomable

in its total surround.

As sensate presence deepens,

occasionally, with a resounding, out of nowhere

gut-born shout

shatter the nascent bliss as it arises

or the dullness that sets in from unclear presence

Nothing held back, nothing to let go of,

at ease with the day, at one with the night,

abide in openness, move with presence,

assured, in intention, that all beings awaken within

to a world transformed as it is. No moment indifferent

to the dawn’s first rays.

Return to sitting

like the drowned breaking free from the sunken ark of this poem,

this fleeting drift of awareness,

this persistent mahamudra of recollection,

this upended non-abiding, this phurba lifted in dance,

as my footsteps resound through the earth’s core,

through the heart of the demon

vanquished on seeing,

by this unvoiced





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Wayne Amtzis

Wayne Amtzis

Poetry is my sadhana/ Meditation, my muse. Other LEVEKUNST articles by the same author.

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