Little Cushion

This song was inspired by a directee. Though written specifically for her, the lyrics speak to me, too, and to any of us who seek to maintain a daily spiritual practice. May Little Cushion encourage you to be present to your own spiritual practice, whatever form it takes.

“Come. Sit. Be present.”
Little Cushion on the floor calls to me.
“There’s a place. There’s a space. Just for you to be.
To be still. Just be still. Just be.”

To give a cushion voice began in my imagination
In the midst of my busy life
I put her in that spot so she would be an invitation
Why then do I walk by?
I gave her a voice, and now I don’t listen.
If we’re to be friends, this resistance must end.

“Come. Sit. Come be.
Be present to the present that you see (and yet don’t see).
There’s a place. There’s a space. Just for you to be.
To be still. Just be still. Just be.”

So I write upon the calendar, Evening Meditation
On the line next seven o’clock.
Little Cushion waits so patiently for my cooperation
Knows I count on her to be in her spot.
“You can pause or keep on going,” she says with a little sigh.
“I’ll keep inviting each time you walk by.”

“Come. Sit. Come be. . . .

Why did I finally accept the invitation?
What made it come about that day?
I’m just glad I answered and ended our flirtation
It all changed when I began to stay.
“Just for a minute,” Little Cushion said to me.
“I know it’s not convenient, but please come sit and breathe.”

“Come. Sit. Come be. . . .