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Saturday, January 23, 2010

Bunched: Walking the Wall

Feeling the hot winds
Racing through my mind:
Frustration is the theme.
Once again, I revisit this topic.

Examining frustration:
What to do with it?
How does this fit with practice?
I am clueless.

So I sat looking at it,
Pondering what frustration is like.
Unsatisfactoryness certainly comes into it,
Another word for suffering, as I understand it.

Ah, there’s where it belongs,
The crux of the issue,
And I’m sitting in the middle of it.
How normal is that?

But it doesn’t feel normal,
It feels patently unfair;
I rant against it,
And my resistance feels completely right.

Still where does this get me?
I bet you can guess.
There’s nowhere else
That I prefer less.

It’s nose to the wall,
And I feel so oppressed.
I can’t see past it,
And so I long for rest.

If I can just find some peace,
Perhaps that would be best,
But of what use is such temporary respite
In the face of such a mighty obstacle?
Only acceptance seems to hold out any hope for success.

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