Building: Foundation

The bitterness of my cup this day
Was all about what happened yesterday.
I could not stop thinking about
How bad that was.
Worrying about my back pain
(Albeit still present To some degree),
I fussed and stewed
About the unfairness
And dismay;
What a waste
But how human of me.

Besides this unwise behaviour
The simplicity of the solution,
The change that cheered me
Was simply:
Tea bag in hot water
With milk.

This tiny act
And the savouring
Of the result of
This small flavouring
Of my unskillful clinging
Produced great relief
And relaxation.

I smiled with happiness
At this miniscule delight,
This tiny dot on reality’s stage,
This little pixel of respite,
This bitter taste that displaced
The bitter tang of defeat.

How easily pleased is the mind,
How readily fooled,
How subject to disturbances to the flow.
Why I bother to go below
At all, perhaps I shall never know,
But only stop minding it.