You woke me up with gentle song
caressed my spirit
and bade me sit in my prayer chair.
Sit with me. It is dawn on Good Friday
and that still means something for you.
So I did, wanting to be with That Which Bade
I wanted to sit with It, to open the door of my presence
and be open to the Presence that is always open.
I wanted to be receptive.
My thoughts, however, wanted to prattle on as always
and I had to keep returning my attention to Presence
lest they unwittingly close the door.
The sun continued to rise.
How funny that the sun makes no noise yet affects everything on earth!
How funny that my thoughts make no noise,
affect very little on earth, and yet since I hear them so loudly
I think they are paramount and give them everything!
All the while, the sun teaches that the noise of a thing does not signify its importance;
All the while, the sun bades me to keep my door open
as it arcs up the sky
© Meisaan Chan