Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
I have lived with several Zen masters, all of them cats.
-- Eckhart Tolle
In my meditation I turn into an alternate kind
detached from my body, my ego, and name
like personalized version of universal mind
while in no single detail staying the same.
Stripped of importance with no surviving care
and personality switched out of commission
my soul feels plain, innocent, and all bare
while even void of any spiritual ambition.
If I didn't know better, it could be my ghost
that's how nicely light and bodyless i feel
with that blissful emptiness I feel the most
which stays the only thing that looks real.
And I seem to know it all, whatever it may be
as the one observing won't give it a meaning
for nothing really matters whatever I can see
that essence of me just insists on its cleaning.
Waking up gives me some mixed emotions
on one hand it's regret experience is gone
but then mind is purring with divine notions
about joy and freedom -- things to dwell on.
A good trace of it stays for the rest of the day
to help at telling apart my ego from my soul
but to describe that feeling there's no way
being detached and free from every role.
It's my daily tune-up that I immensely enjoy
making me feel young, happy and light
like a century old, but still just a boy
with everything in life feeling right.
© 2022 Val Karas