Quaker Meditation 4
My divine mind tells itself
“God does not exist” and laughs coquettishly.
Hen cackling in neighbors yard,
Meditating, eastern spine cross legged,
feeling like AnansiJesus, I sit, my fingers touching,
my mind Bhakti – a devotional Je t’aime repeating to itself.
No separation is the same as no ego existence. Theoretically and insanely possible, interesting, alienated, able to be loved.
It was the third day. Jesus sat up in the sepulchre, put his cloth around his shoulders and sat cross legged to meditate as He did every morning.
He, aka Twi, walked away from there to here where, for many, the cross symbolizes only 2000 years of Christian history.
That Which Is, Twi, had lived as Mohammed, who with Khadijah sought justice for people. Khadijah’s wise female influence was taken from him. He became more militant than Jesus who with Mary, Magdalen or Mother, tried the quaker pacifist route. Muslims know they are part of the past 2000 years of struggle for justice. No peace without Justice.
“My mind is an empty birdhouse, in which my Zen Buddhist and my Quaker Pacifist sit”. Twi breathed out as she wrote. Ancestral spirits drank Lethe waters dry.
Re – membering.
Beauty mind in beauty way finds itself here where moon can still be seen through a tracery of oak at dawn.
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