brychar66's video: How to Meditate: A Poem by Charles Bryant

How To Meditate by Charles Bryant Where silence is, the silence grows, grows and fills a room, a house, a world. Out of the silence there appears.....a shape, a figure swathed in mystery, a form as old as ancient time, full of enigmatic fervency, that greedily I clutch, at which I pull and tease. Immanency overwhelms the closing mind that, gasping, tries to grasp the fiercely circling light and with a blind unblinking upward gaze senses the approaching figure only, saviour-mother-father, arms outstretched. Upon a bed of crimson silk and gold, naked as a newly risen moon, the figure that is neither young nor old, that never comes too late nor comes too soon, the indiscriminate and changing shape susceptible to outrage and to rape, muscled, yearning, readily robust while invasive music swells, melody of loving, theme of lust, arabesques of passion fire desire. We hear the singing voices, we gaze upon the faces of younger aspirants swathed in beaten purple linen lolling against silken blazing cushions exposing themselves to the monotheistic eye, the transcendental viewer. Cloudy vision where burns the succulent immortal flame. Here lies our beginning, thick primeval ooze where first fine fragments coalesce, separate portions merge in generation to accelerate before our wondering eyes the ever-growing fabric, the one creation. Time fades into the black hole of eternity, is never seen again. _________________________________________ NOTE: In my old age, the world in which I live seems to me to be infinitely remote and in the main infinitely meaningless. I am certainly not the first to imagine himself as a being marooned upon this earth after the transcendental spacecraft which brought him here moved off on another journey. That there is another place I have no doubt; nor do I doubt but that it is as different from existence here as could be. The poem is a meditation upon the theme of possible reconnection. It is indeed a meditation upon meditation and the achievement of the goal of meditation. I meditate not from any religious viewpoint, but solely with the aim of being able to see; of being able to see in a final sense. The picture on the screen is merely a photograph of me at an earlier date and bears little relation to the subject of the poem. A blank screen causes alarm - as all meditators will know! - Charles Bryant