L ost meditations have begun resurfacing in my waning december years. Reflections of mysteries I once pondered, of beauty beheld in the veiled truths I pursued.
In this moment, I am held suspended, in space in time. I sit thousands of feet above the sea of these mysteries, that drift before me, disturbed only by my faint breath, that beckons me inward to the bright center of joy, which wraps ‘round me.
Here, in a flutter of understanding, a flash of inner vision shudders me conscious, in shivering anticipation of discovery — an insight into awareness of a perspective which has not been glimpsed by me before.
It is of that which cannot be named, clouded in the secrets of the infinite, entwined in threads of forevermore, that bind fast my dreams — to carry them onward, effortlessly timeless. Radiant, I surrender, as these lost meditations unfold.
rob kistner © 2023
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A well-woven prompt. Very immersive prosery.
Thank you K… 🙂
You wove the prompt line seamlessly into your reflections. Beautifully done, Rob!
I enjoy writing ‘ecstatically’ at times Merril — playing with the big questions of Why/How/Where From/Are We Alone/What’s Next. I enjoy reading Rumi for example, and other Sufi poets. Also the existentialists poets like Nietzsche/Rilke/Paz, and existentialist like Kierkegaard/Sartre/Kafka fascinate me. I think western fundamentalism simply doesn’t stir my coals. I lean more toward agnosticism than gnosticism, but I fall somewhere between. My love of and exultation of the natural world may have pagan underpinnings. Although I do not embrace anything in a religious manner, I may classify my self as a wonderist. We are immersed in a great mystery, and I find those who claim they have the “answer” to be at the very least, disingenuous, at the extreme, they are simply manipulative frauds — megalomaniacs. How glorious it is to look at the world through a lens of wonder and awe. I have nothing against those who seek beneficial answers to small mysteries, those such as scientist.
I love where the prompt took you. I can see you sitting there pondering those mysteries.
Yes Björn, I carefully clean the lint from my navel, and meditated away — and I loved it! 🙂
Beautiful refection <3
Thank you AJ… 🙂