Write Now Prompt for June 13, 2014

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At Today’s Author, our first goal is to get you (and us) to write. Write Now is our own collection of prompts to help you do that. With Write Now we’re not talking about writing, or trying to teach anyone how to write. Write Now is all about putting pen to paper.

Today’s Prompt:

Candles flickered in the silent room as he sat down to try to meditate for the first time.

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7 thoughts on “Write Now Prompt for June 13, 2014

  1. QUIET: BLACK MAN MEDITATING
    Candles flickered in the silent room as he sat down to try to meditate for the first time. He closes his eyes. “Now is the time for all good men to shut their traps and meditate their Asses off.” Concentrating on the flow of his breath, in an out, in and out in and.. Should I be counting this shit, or just concentrating on my breath? Damn! This shit is hard!

    But didn’t JFK claim that ‘we do these things not because they are easy, we do them because they are hard’?

    What would that rich Cracker know about hard, him being born with a silver spoon up his privileged ass?

    Now counting again, ‘in and out, in and out, in a. . ..
    Oh hell, isn’t there something more productive he could be doing stead of just sitting here cross-legged on this hard ass pillow trying to meditate. Who’s he fooling; do you know black folks don’t meditate?

    Yeah; just like the old lie “Black men don’t go down South of the Border.”

    How far did that lie get you?

    How can I meditate with all those random thoughts intruding into my brain?

    This shit is harder than it appears on the surface.

    Wouldn’t it just be easier to do what he used to resort to?
    Just get high.
    Beats meditation every time.

    The Zen Clock chimes. He sits up with a quick and violent movement
    15 minutes? How in the hell did that happen?

    Was I meditating? Maybe this shit works after all!

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