Meditation Poem - Ode to Bodhi

Much like work

Consciousness either

Expands or contracts

To fill the time necessary

For its completion

So behind the wheel

It reaches out to pave

The road ahead
Taking charge of all
That falls between

The peripheries

While here on the mat

It contracts to the size

Of a mustard seed

*  *  *  *

For 9 years

Bodhidharma

Sat on the mat

Gestating 

And then

Finally he
Gave birth

To Nothing 

But Nothing