Too much restlessness
Was how my meditation started;
At last I lay down
And gave up.
Later when I tried again
Surprise!
Calm returned, that is,
Until the planning began.
It’s remarkable
How often
I accomplish little
All day,
And then when I sit,
Suddenly,
There’s my to do list
Right before me.
One day I shall
Get this organized
So that my plans
Emerge when I’m available,
Or maybe that’s the trouble:
That my mediation
Makes me more accessible
And then the internal memos appear,
All at once
Everything suppressed
Arises,
And my tasks multiply,
Like carpet beetle eggs,
They hatch all over
When I forget to vacuum
For too long a time.
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