I remember many years ago
When sitting there in class.
A thing came flying through the air
My head it barely passed.
It clattered heavily on the floor
And I looked up to see,
The teacher at the blackboard
Who was staring straight at me.
I'd been looking out the window
Instead of watching to him.
So he took the blackboard cleaner,
And over it did skim.
I claimed that's meditation.
But it didn't cut much ice.
So I made my mind up right away,
I wouldn't say that twice.
Meditation that is not,
I heard him sharply cry.
That's lack of concentration
I'm going to show you why.
Come here and hold your hand out.
I've meditated now.
And this is concentration.
That's when I shouted 'Wow!"