sit ; cross your legs , open your palms , close your eyes n be quiet .
w / o hesitation , in whirl the conscious layers of daily thoughts , radio chatter n gossip that confuse the silence . the day’s blah-blah-blah . sport statistics , the weather , tv commercials .
acKnowledge these distractions n let them go ; quicK taste of a silent mind .
until silence is broken . more mundane confrontations / conversations of real / perceived images that attacK / validate your nine-to-five ego n question your self-worth .
acKnowledge these distractions n let them go ; silence is lengthen/d as you go deeper …
the artist quips thru the quiet , reminds you who you are isn’t the real you . taunts you n ridicules your working class accomplishments , your fear of success , your willingness to conform n reminds you of all your creative failures , plentiful .
acKnowledge these distraction n let them go ; silence is increased as you go deeper , still …
in stomps all regrets , mistaKes , guilt . anything you wish to forget , but can’t b / c someone else Knows what happen/d n they are still breathing . the scroll rolls infinitely w / the names of people you owe apologies to before death n w / a manifesto of what will be said ; given the opportunity .
acKnowledge these distraction n let them go ; then , as quicKly as these voices are silenced …
grudges , hatred , anger , betrayal , disloyalty .
all of the hurt n repression that explains the evil in you .
acKnowledge these distraction n let them go .
n then , finally , silence
as you wait
you quietly hope
to uproot the doubt
that sprawl/d up under
the concrete n damaged the
foundation , cracK/d the good
in you .