meditation

The "meditative state" is impossible to describe in words, however the following Rumi poem points to that wonderful place:


It takes courage of inner majesty to stand in this doorway,
where there is no celebration good fortune,
where talk of luck is embarrassing.


However your robe of patches fits is right.
If you are God's light, keep moving east to west as you have been.
Do not pretend something other than the truth.


Measuring devices do not work in this room
where the love dervishes meet.


No tradition grows here, and no soup simmers.
We sit in pure absence without expectation.
(The Big Red Book - translation by Coleman Barks)


empty yourself utterly and see,
bob