Shamu the devotee

The hopeful soul, sitting to meditate the hour
with the hope of resolution
is like Shamu the whale venturing out of SeaWorld
expecting that the Ocean will be similarly impressed and responsive to her well preformed trick.

Maybe.

Go, venture out to your untamed oceanic wilderness and sit, lovely lotus girl,
with your beads whitefinger-firm-pressed at heart's height and tongue-drying whispering mantra-mouthed.
Or perhaps you chose to go spiritually commando; certain that you can by force of will,
channel your mind to flow out into nothingness. 

Sit, and wait, and see if the vastness throws treats.
And sometimes, yes,
and sometimes, it's just a trail of blood with no tasty fish to nourish,
and you find that the blood is your own and it is for you to follow to find the source to try to stop it
and all you did, dear lotus child, was everything right, except for that one time in the past when...

and all those one times are waiting like predators in the darkest parts of your oceanic heart-mind to swallow you
back to Wholeness.