Ain't wrote nuthin' for what seems a long time, no inclination to do so. Ya know you have to have the feeling, the spirit that you wanna set things down...an' that just ain't happening at the moment.
Meditation is bubblin'. Kinda have times when I can sit like a lion in a cave with no hunger, jus' the contenment of bein' seepin' through my every pore. Other times I can feel like a crushed potato barely able to see across the other side of the room.
Had an insight the other day, might be nuthin' might be cool, really dunno, but what it was was that meditation calls ya and when ya hear the call good an' proper ya jus' can't let go, ya gotta do it. Or rather, it won't let you go. Kinda comes from a feelin' down below, down in the solar plexus, in the gut where the fires are burnin' - that is what truly motivates ya to meditate.
If there ain't no fire then it is a great deal harder to know what it is that you are supposed to do. Then ya is dealin' with the crazy stuff of no substance an' a one way ticket to a dead end street 'coz you is empty in the wrong kinda way an' ya meditation can only drain ya. Drain ya more an' more so ya go beyond zero and into the minus zone. So look into the fires, wait for the call an' do a bit of prayin' 'till it comes along.
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