As you awaken, just before
the mind of yesterday falls
like a net of stones behind your eye,
be weightless.
Be Presence without a story.
How your soul looks in that mirror
when it sees itself!
What gets you out of bed,
dancing like a wild purple iris
in the breeze of your inhalation!
It doesn't matter at all
what you will do for a living today.
The priceless jewel is just living.
It doesn't matter at all
how much money you will
make today.
Your body is more precious than sunlight.
Your sternum is beaten from finer gold.
Whether you feed the multitudes today
or only wash the dishes
makes no difference at all.
What matters is to plunge
down the stem of this unfolding
meditation flower,
to follow the thunderbolt in your backbone
all the way home to silence,
and drop the terrible fairy tale
of last week's anger.
The mirage of sorrow vanishes
in the sky of your chest,
empty and blue.
Love doesn't need a story.

Alfred Lamotte