Meditation Pools ~ #011 January 2014 – Haiga/Haibun
Slanted Summer Light
rest. to sit in pleasure. in the deepening day. i sit on stone. in the middle of mountain snow-melt. rushing water. a smooth boulder. i climb slightly to sit. feet dangling in the pool. water swirling. whirling. tuggling. water. against my feet. pulling. pooling again. and flowing on below and beyond me. i settle into this.
sunlight. i watch the far shore. late afternoon. among the trees. orange and yellow and gold on trunks and stones and leaves. shifting. flickering. on the opposite bank and as far into the woods as i can see, ablaze with streams of slanting summer light.
eyes open i breathe. and count breath. i begin an observation meditation that lasts. . . . perhaps twenty minutes. forty-five minutes. an hour. i do not know. time does not transition into this observation. the visual. this length of moment. this world around me. eventually lasts for years.
birds flit between bushes. low. a rustling in the tall grass. the sound of water gurgling over stone. the dark blur and flash and twizzle of insects around my ears and eyes, arms and legs. i sit stone still. the scent of pine and dry grass. a cool breeze on my tongue.
i can still sit on this stone. listen to the water tumbling. hear children playing a hundred yards down stream and out of sight. laughing. splashing. calling out names. i stand in the water and wade to shore. sometimes hip deep. sometimes only to my shin or knees. i step back in the water walking with the downstream flow that swirls faster than my steps. an observation meditation that lingers with me. to this day.
in the slanted summer light
Digital Drawing and Painting
- 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
- Zen Brush App
- iPad 2
- Adobe Photoshop Elements 12
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
– Ferris Bueller’s Day Off