Doorway: Unexpected Turn

Tonight’s misery
Born of ongoing difficulties with sciatica
Led to agitation and walking meditation
In the hallways,

Starting from
The top of the building
And working my way down
To the first floor,

First, climbing to the penthouse
Crossing the thick dark carpeting,
Focusing on the feet
As they trod over it,

Then down the stairs
To the floor below,
And so on,
Until I got to one;

From there,
I checked my mailbox
And noticed the irritation
At the junk mail I had to sort,

At one point wanted to abort
But decided to follow through
And finish it off
Before taking the elevator back.

And then, having gotten going
Decided to dispose
Of the garbage overflowing
And found this too over-stimulating,

Resulting in a restless sitting
But reflecting on, Alan Watts, Buddhism: Religion of No Religion, Concluding that, everything we do is indispensable
But as nobody’s in charge, no one is responsible for any of it.
And with that, complete relaxation and relief ensued.