How to Meditate

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lights out
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstacy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
I hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance -- Healing

all my sicknesses -- erasing all -- not
even the shred of a 'I-hope-you' or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes -- and
with joy you realize for the first time
'Thinking's just like not thinking --
So I don't have to think

From: Pomes All Sizes (City Lights Books, 1992)