Consolation: Getting Things Done

No time for sadness,
It’s a luxury I can ill afford,
As I continue sifting
Through my possessions,

Not knowing where to begin,
I randomly moved about,
Vacuuming here,
Sorting and tossing there,

Washing and drying,
Clearing up and
Packing in
Wherever there was space,

No room for sorrow though;
I haven’t the time,
I have to keep going
No matter what the feeling.

This was my activity
For today,
Letting emotions float by
Without grabbing them,

Neither feeding them
Nor holding them,
Only beholding them,
As I moved from task to task;

But when I got tired
I did sit for a while,
Doing nothing in particular
Just being with everything.

As it came up,
I noticed sounds and sensations,
Eyes closed and then open,
Resting in the present moment
For a short time.