Meditation

When I first sat,
it was excruciating. 

On the floor,  
closing my eyes, 
legs crossed,  
and inside 
screaming.
  
Trying desperately to ignore
spidery itches,
backaches,
tingle in my legs,
and the torrent of thoughts. 

My skin
so enraged,
I could tear it off. 

But over time,
as I sat more,  
the intense waterfall
became a river,
then a stream,
and finally, at certain moments,
a calm pond,
but mostly,
a steady trickle
from an ever-open sky,
as I learned to embrace
this new way of Being.