Meditation Museum

Meditation is a museum without walls 

Breath is like the ego, it rises and falls 

Relics lie where reason once resided

Discoveries are displayed where wars were decided 

Looking for truth here makes my ego cringe

But I know doors to dreams don’t open where opinions hinge 

It is what it is 

All of the parts of me you see 

Sewn together in one big mixed tapestry 

All the collisions of choices, unresolved inner voices 

All here for me to see

All truth 

The museum of my mind exists in plain view 

Instead of meditating for more 

I meditate to explore  

All of me 

All of my truth 

In order to emerge from this meditation anew 

I must breathe as I stand there and bravely view

Every frame I drew

Around me and you