Tag: meditation

April 24th, 2025

Journal Writing

April 24th, 2025

Deep-Dish Meditation

Lately, I’ve been cultivating what I like to call a Buddha belly. Who knew enlightenment would make one so heavy? It’s worth it, though—my consciousness has been raised much like the crust of a deep-dish pizza. I’m striving toward inner peace. Or maybe it’s inner pizza. Honestly, at this point, I’ll take either—especially if it’s topped with a little Parmezen cheese. Turns out I’ve mastered meditation—mostly because I can’t move after eating anyway. I think I’ve finally found balance, despite what my bathroom scale has to say about it.

Having a physique like a spiritual icon isn’t all bad. My girlfriend still calls me Buddha-ful. Sometimes she also calls me Jenny Craig, though I’m not sure if that’s a term of endearment or a nutritional intervention. I think it’s one of her pet names—like Ryrannosaurus Rex, the Mesozoic Pizza Mower. Sure, it’s a mouthful… but so is a large stuffed crust with extra cheese.

She really does love me. I know because she recently said, “It’s because I love you that I’m saying this: maybe spend less time at the pizza parlor and more time at the park.” Thoughtful, right? Parks are great for mindfulness. And I’ve got just the spot in mind: Jurassic Park.

It sounds peaceful enough. Greenery. Wildlife. The occasional moral reckoning about man playing God. Maybe I’ll do some yoga beneath a brachiosaurus—ease into lizard pose, glide into flying pterodactyl, and finish with ankylosaurus pose, where you grab your ankles and emotionally prepare for extinction. Dino-masté.

Of course, I’m definitely not imagining having to run for my life. Unless it’s from my girlfriend… if she finds out I stopped on the way to Jurassic Park for an extra-large veggie supreme. It’s okay though, because I believe in reincarnation—every calorie I consume returns, right around my waist.

It might not be nirvana, but it’s close. And with just one more stamp on my punch card, I get a free large one-topping. A slice of pie is like a slice of heaven—for a hungry Buddhist in sweatpants.

Lost Somewhere

Poetry Writing

Lost Somewhere

Once, my spirit wandered free and bold,
Pine-scented winds wove through the trees,
The Rockies stood, silent and old,
A fresh snow kissed each peak.

In the stillness, on that lofty throne,
I sat, a pilgrim to realms unseen,
Cross-legged in lotus, the world’s voice a drone,
While my soul floated like a lily, serene.

I feasted off the land, its purest green,
And drank from the stream where time is slow,
Each drop a memory, each leaf a buried dream,
In a world that’s both familiar and unknown.

We joined hands as the light began to fade,
Sang our hopes to the darkening sky,
But our prayers scattered like whispers in the shade,
Lost somewhere between the earth and the sigh.