following six hours of kneeling meditation alone on the bare floor of an unheated cabin north of wekweeti, northwest territories, i merged, briefly or for hours, there was no time, with our planet’s spirit during a period of its benignity.

snow covers the land
the earth sleeps; my mind connects
with this dreaming world

for dVerse Poets Pub

7 Responses

  1. Eight hours of meditation….my goodness….I think that is quite hard to achieve. Wow. The setting would be more enabling for meditation though, if one were alone in a bare cabin. The haiku works well with the prose.

  2. referring to my journals, it was six hours (the max for my knees), not eight, and i was alone.


  3. Sounds like an interesting experience! Well done.

  4. sounds like a vision quest that was rewarded

  5. I know how an unheated cabin can feel and six hours on your knees that sound like a real moment (once it is over)

  6. Haiku works beautifully with this narrative.

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