Wrestling with Gravity
To allow my butt to stay down and feel the support of my seat while I take time out to remain busy doing nothing but breathing as a glimpse of nothingness comes into focus with clarity. I’m not going anywhere since I’m already there, detached from my flow of thoughts allowing gravity to win— just me and my breath doing it’s thing. I sit here like a silent narcissus bulb waiting to sprout with awareness. Enlightenment must be just around the corner.
Words of the Guru
A mentor with an outstretched hand on your shoulder, shows you the futility of wanting. A role model, a blooming narcissus, teaches the sacredness of rust— an oracle that gives speech to something silent. He advises, If you feel sad, feel sadder— until you smile. The path up and down is one and the same. You don’t always have to be first in line. Listen to the tabernacle of silence— respect the sovereignty of stillness, and subtract the should. Only suffering is real.
The Rhythm of Divine Energy
I got rhythm—you got rhythm— it shapes the contours of our love. I write more kaleidoscopic poems all night long with my flashlight-pen while we listen to Satchmo sing: What a wonderful world… We dance until dawn and fall asleep to the beat of the earth’s pulsations. Stand-up applauding stars are led by a baton-wielding guy in the sky. When you flap your wings and begin to fly— it makes me no longer want to rock on my rocking chair and wait to die.
Milton P. Ehrlich, Ph.D., is an 89-year-old psychologist and a veteran of the Korean War. He has published poems in Poetry Review, The Antigonish Review, London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Red Wheelbarrow, and The New York Times.
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