I do start to listen
but it is a concert
for aware Buddhists
that turns off your senses
The organ is grunting Om

and after 20 minutes I wonder
who Í am, who the others are

without coughing bound
to their chair, by one tone, close
to each other, but not enough
alone to meditate
into the unbound

Another 45 minutes
of silence in conclusion
Only the rustle
of the 72 blowing eyes
of the air ceiling