Meditation

Finally, you tie your homework for the night and come to my door. Silence emanates from within, so you quietly open the door and look. I’m sitting in a full lotus in the center of my room, with my pants and my belt. The incense burns in small supports on three sides of me, and you can see the sticky thin needles in my acupuncture points, each needle with a small burning dart of incense paste on its tip. I look like a rock, no movement, even breathing. My muscles are clearly defined, as if I were tense in all directions at once, but my pose seems to be relaxed. As you enter the hallway and slide the door closed behind you, you hear my voice inviting you to come in and join me. Since you were sure that you had been silent and had not disturbed me, you nevertheless withdrew into my room and face me, sitting in the Indian style, not yet completely at ease in a complete lotus.