Meditation

Finally, you tie up your homework for the night and come to my door. Silence comes from the inside, so you quietly open the door and peek inside. I’m in a lotus in the middle of my room, in my pants and sash. Incense burns in small holders on three sides of me, and you see the thin needles sticking into my acupuncture points, each needle with a small burning scarlet incense paste at the end. I seem to be a stone, no movement, even breathable. My muscles are clearly defined, as if I pressed in every direction simultaneously, but my pose seems to be relaxed. If you go back in the hallway and close the door behind you, you’ll hear my voice inviting you to come in and join. A little beginning, because you were sure you had been quiet and hadn’t disturbed me, you still slip back into my room and face me, sitting in Indian style, not completely comfortable in a full lotus.