Crucifixion Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Crucifixion



Travelling inward, I get stuck at Golgotha,
Even the bare rock cannot be equal to nothing:
Mind flits in an instant, faster than second-dial
In the clock, though the invisible steam engine.

The one among the ‘me’s behind this attempt,
Sounding retreat shamefaced: realizing in sorrow
Meditation is still a mystery since that specific night
In Xavier Institute of Management in Bhubanewar.

In 1989 I was there on the one-week training for IAS
Officers, and partly responding to the invitation
Of the fair-skinned South Indian student-escort,
I decided to read up on meditation in their Library.

Completing course, had to stay on way to Mumbai
At NIRD in Rajendra Nagar, where morning walk
Led me to smooth boulders rising high in the sky,
On one I sat to try my first bout of meditation.

Since then years have passed, including my dark cell
Stay in the Vipassana Academy on Western Ghats
In Igatpuri, and yet I have not been able to cross the I
And dropp the externalities holding me down internally.

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