The Om syllable
man or mind and tra or instrument.
Word or phrase repeated aloud or silently.
Om, the sound of creation, original vibration.
Nam myoho renge kyo I say again.
It vibrates through mind, body and spirit.
Read more: “Mantra: Instrument of the Mind”
I do not hope to turn again
but conversion (convertere) is not always planned.
I had never meant to turn about
from the material world, but on this
day of penitence, I kneel and wonder.
Photo: Ryan Wiedmaier – Flickr
It surprised me that this is actually the third Ash Wednesday poem I have written here. The first line of this poem repeats the first line of T.S. Eliot’s poem “Ash-Wednesday“
Across the café, she pauses her writing.
Perhaps she saw or felt me staring.
Is that a notebook, workbook, or journal?
I want it to be her poetry.
The only heat here comes from coffee.
The circle’s center point and the universe’s
center remind us that these geometric forms
are also organic forms, focusing our attention
to this small sacred space for meditation
and moving outside to inner trance. Tantra!
I no longer believe in the green
light on Daisy’s dock, or any place,
or the future moving away from me.
But I do believe we’re boats against
the current, borne back into the past.
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