Sleeping in a dojo, thinking of Kyoto, I meditate
as an entity crafted by dreams. The sliding
straw door opens, calm
at its seams. Opening its eyes, the entity
sighs. Signs of anxiety?
No. More complexity. Grunts of
ire? No, tamer. Expressions
of revelations? Yes! The realization of complicated life.
After leaving the dojo
the entity situates itself above misty
mountains. All it sees
is flowing tranquility. The absence
of bans. The entity then closes
its eyes, rises and runs
up a mountain path. It comes to
this character looking as an emoji monk, who joins it
on its journey towards the smoky peak
of Mount Fuji. The entity asks how high
the peak is, how long the ascendance?
The monk answers, time is absent to the adapted conscience.
The entity asks why meditation seems to slow
time’s passing. The monk answers, meditation brings
conscience, it is wholly
soothing. So why did I run up this path if I was so
calm and tranquil?
You ran because you feel
time holds you in a manner most subtle.
Aha! The entity says, as it recognizes the validity of
I then awake without restlessness.