MEDITATE

MEDITATE

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Patterns on the wall

move quickly as does the arm

of the Chinese car in the Sky

Hair Salon.

I lean back in the chair as the

new-age Chinese music is broadcast

into one ear suddenly enveloping

my entire head with its' chiming and

light pulls at the strings of a guitar.

I block out the words as I don't

understand them but they are as

important to me as the accompanying music.

I am in a trance yet I can't

force my brain to stop moving.

Zapping from one place to another

in a wild firestorm of thought,

good versus evil and the final

countdown in a race that has no

ending.

I feel myself sink deeper into the chair

and the music actually slows down

to almost a drawl as I feel my

eyelids become heavy, not sure whether I

am being put to sleep by the

chanting or whether the incessant snipping

from the scissors or buzzing from the

shears is the actual culprit to

my ennui.

I am asleep, there is a clock

ticking in the background but I

can't focus enough to discover where

it belongs. My eyelids are heavy and

I fear I can't open them.

I try but they press down relentlessly

and I fear there is a straight razor

closing in on my neck and

my end must be near

Finally I get them opened and 

the cat is still waving at me,

Chinese symbols emblazon the front

but I am too shy to ask what

they mean but I'm sure the cat is

only transmitting warm messages.

I can open my eyes wide now

and I can discern the white noise

coming from the cd player as the

music comes to an end.

Lights are bright and there's more

hair on the floor than there was

before.

I long to go back into the same 

trance and feel the noisy silence

once more slip into the innermost

corners of my mind.

I also wonder if they turn off

the cat at night or if it is left

running twenty four hours a day?

MCC