Like Laundry Day

You’re like an old woman
  washing clothes on the river bank.
She squats in the mud and beats cloth
  on a rock to get out the stains.
She doesn’t see the sunlight
  dance on the river in sparkling steps.
She doesn’t hear the singing waters
  rushing happily toward their home.
All she knows is mud, rock and cloth
  and dark spots she can’t get clean.
She’s made the magic of the moment
  into a burdensome chore.
Stop looking at meditation like laundry day.
Why do you keep wringing the romance
  out of your love affair with the Divine,
  leaving it dull, wrinkled and dry?
You were not born to squat in the mud.
You were designed to flow, wild and free.
You’re a radiant drop of the River, my friend,
  that’s madly in love with the Sea!
Dive into the rushing waters of joy.
The current will wash your spots clean
  and carry you on love’s rollicking ride,
  back into the Ocean of Home.
_{Original submission by a satsangi}