Lessons from Meditation

The mind is a parrot — squawk, squawk, squawk — repeating what the soul already knows.

Echoes of nonsense, always having to comment on this and on that,

Reveling in its own brilliance, trusting in the subtleties unfurled.

I knew that long ago, says the Truth, veiled deep below.

So hush little bird, you have said too much already,

Repeating and repeating as if somehow that completes the tasks undone.

Rest now in the depth of the true wisdom of old.

I know you, you know me, before time began,

Eternal, everlasting, unchanging within.

Hush little parrot, just sing a pretty song.