Description

Many times in sitting, visions come
Obscure figures and hopes
In this place, there is allowing
Allowance for imperfection
For space in which ideas solidify
For processing and integrating
In prioritizing I see, I feel
The place to breathe freely
The place to not have the right words
It is in a gathering stage
We are developing, constantly
My question is,
How is compassion found for the rate at which peace emerges?
This figure does not have the answer
It is a dream I reach for,
To be given enlightenment
To surpass my defects
And I forget to wonder further down
Beneath delusions and anxieties
Where real truth and love abound