Poem from my youth
This is from a battered piece of paper I printed on an old Epson inkjet printer at some point in the Noughties. It was an unhappy turbulent time for me. I'm still amazed how well I seem to have captured concepts that I couldn't have possibly understood at the time.
I think there is a term called Satori that is used to describe an experience of "seeing into one's true nature".
Satori is a Japanese Buddhist term for awakening, "comprehension; understanding". It is derived from the Japanese verb satoru. In the Zen Buddhist tradition, satori refers to a deep experience of kenshō, "seeing into one's true nature". Ken means "seeing," shō means "nature" or "essence". Wikipedia
Here it is:
- The comforting sound of the stream as it babbles along its course
- The stillness in the air like I have never felt silence
- The majesty of the trees, they forgive our tresspass
- The tappings of my dogs paws as he sniffs and roams oblivious
- I stop and stand, and hear, like I have never heard before
- Not what is in my ears, but how the gift of awareness sooths me and I feel I belong in the scheme
- To be able to participate by being still and feel euphoric to calmly breathe air and observe has moved me
- These sounds are not new to me, I have only forgotten how to feel them
- The air is fresh, the stars are bright. I have no room to acknowledge the delusionary problems I entertained
- I feel no regret as I return home. The feelings and peacefulness have revived me and I am reminded of my natural ability to be humbled by the street outside. The ambience that can slip below awareness
- I feel totally unburdened but don't fear that I may forget
- The impact is enormous. Today I felt that my breath had a rhythm, as did my steps. My body knows what to do