The Wheels On The Bus: A Guided Meditation
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round; round and round with your breathing. Focus on your breath. Your coffee breath.
The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish, swish swish swish; swish swish swish away the outside world.
The bell on the bus goes ding ding ding, ding ding ding, ding ding ding. Stop ringing the bell. Thank you. The bell on the bus goes ding ding ding, feel the energy vibrating throughout your body.
The children on the bus go up and down, up and down, up and down. Track them behind closed eyelids. Up and down. That’s enough, children. Up and down. Do you want me to pull over?
The Mommies on the bus go shush shush shush, shush shush shush; shush shush shush your monkey mind.
The babies on the bus go wah wah wah, wah wah wah, wah wah wah. Notice them and come back to your breathing. Ignore those babies.
The Daddies on the bus wave bye bye bye, bye bye bye. Bye-bye bye Daddies. Wave goodbye to all resentments.
The doors on the bus go open and shut, open and shut, open and shut out all distractions. Please stand clear of the doors. Open and shut out the outside world. Watch your fingers.
The horn on the bus goes beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep. That is not my horn. Whose horn is that? Beep beep beep; please silence that cell phone.
The driver on the bus says move on back, move on back, move on back from your conscious mind. I also say move on back to that policeman behind me. I see your lights. I see them and then I return to my breathing.
The sirens behind the bus scream WEEOWW WEEOWW WEEOWW, WEEOWW WEEOWW WEEOWW, WEEOWW WEEOWW WEEOWW All through the town.. WEEOWW WEEOWW WEEOWW All through the whole town. Or all the livelong day. Depending on region. Like DuckDuckGoose/DuckDuckGreyDuck. Focus your Monkey Mind. Do not feed it bananas.
The loudspeaker outside the bus screams PULL OVER NOW, PULL OVER NOW PULL OVER NOW. Policeman wants me to PULL OVER NOW. Ignore Mr. Policeman Monkey in your mind. He cut me off and I must go feed him his bananas. Stay in your seats. Continue breathing round and round, round and round, round and round. In and out. Up and down. London Bridges are falling down and my license is expired. Swish, swish, swish away all distractions. He’s taking the key and locking me up, locking me up, locking me up. He’s taking the key and locking me up, Mr. Policeman Monkey. I mean, Mr. Policeman SIR. Yes I will get off of the intercom, but may I say to everyone Peace be with you. I see the divine spark within you and I am hearing my Miranda rights. Namaste.