Dislocation: Shaken Up

This day started
With a blinking light,
A message waiting
To be heard

But what sort of news?
I dared not investigate
Before grabbing coffee and taking food.
Could this be the call I anticipated?

Then examined my mood
But took no opportunity to brood
And checked the calls,
Hearing first a commercial,

And after that came the important one
But ‘twas only a request
For a return response,
Which I quickly made.

Still, is it good or bad?
This will take time to digest,
Meanwhile will do my best
To carry on with my tasks;

Thrown off stride and excited,
Had to turn around
And return home
Two times before I departed,

Arrived at work as usual
Only to find
That all proceeding typically
As if according to script;

This settled me a little,
So I did not slip
On an occupational banana
Or get tripped up
By any glitch that came up.

Disintegration: Breaking Down Boundaries

Flying forward with anticipation
Of something coming
And something going,
Wondering which is which,

Whether arrival is better
Or departure?
Or does it depend on what’s coming
And what’s going?

Pleasant or unpleasant,
All keeps flowing,
Until the difference is unclear,
As both are contained in each;

Looking deeply,
Breathing steadily,
Pools of light,
Skies of dark;

Infinite awareness,
Sparkling energy
Like a door opening
Unto the vastness,

As if tapping into a channel
From which eternity streams,
Sitting amidst sunbeams,
Immersed in warm soothing waters.

How quickly the climate changes,
Slipping in and out,
Exploring the narrow
And the wide,

Peering inside and outside
And then forgetting
The imaginary dividing line
Between one and the other.

Disentangling: Sorting Out

AM sleepiness,
PM wakefulness,
My clock is up-side-down
From working this way,

Nevertheless, I walk on,
Not sure how,
Isn’t it amazing?
How we all do that,

Whether fatigue or pain
Or driving emotional rain,
People do
What they have to,

Each day a new challenge
Or sometimes a welcome lull,
Why just this morning
I was savouring the quiet,

Drinking in the peace
Of a sitting break
From my busy day;
I still remember it,

Then back to work,
Applying effort,
Slowly moving
My aching carcass,

Computing persistently
And performing my workout,
Cooking supper
And suiting up to go out;

Walking through slush and snow,
Trudging along
But feeling whole,
Stepping heavily yet feeling light.