May I Have a Seat?
sit there right now.
Don’t do a thing. Just rest.”
What Hafiz wrote of in the fourteenth
century, now over nine hundred years
hence, remains as vital as any other
words from a mystic, guru or even
a drifting grifter, hitchhiking through
What a relief! I need do this one thing:
sit, just sit. The puzzle is that the longer
I sit perched in meditation, like Leonard
Cohen’s “bird on a wire,” the quieter
everything becomes. Racing thoughts
forget where they were going, the neighbor’s
dog barking is no longer a nuisance,
and soon Fido heeds the silent call too.
Though the days of sitting cross-legged
at my altar have long past, I do what I can
from a chair, moved to in front of the altar,
Sit, just sit.
©Paul Goldman May 8, 2022
[photo by Steve Williamson Space for All Sentient Beings]