Poems & Thoughts of Rob Taylor

Poem · January 1, 2014

Sitting

In the sitting meditation postureresides contentment,as a natural outcomeof commitment and patience.Initially, irritation is plentiful.Then there are many minutes,many hours and days,many years.Accordingly, strain is exerciseduntil a way to sit,a place to sit,is uncovered.Waiting,as such a placeshows up.Waiting.Thus there isa proper human act,no longer in question.Let the improperfill the world,if it must.There is, alternatively,a proper act,unforced.Which, too, can spread.

spirituality · time