Emptiness is obvious today:
I looked from whence
My thoughts arose
And found now.
How did this happen?
I slept badly,
Waking often
Frustration set in,
Angry thoughts,
Impatient thoughts,
Negative thoughts
Is this how I want to think?
All this mind examining
Leads me to wonder if
This thought machine
Needs a spring clean.
How appropriate,
In this season
To dust, sift through,
And re-order the contents.
Not that thinking
Is the enemy;
Only clinging
Gets me suffering,
But what if I stop thinking,
And see what’s there?
It can be scary, exploring,
Places neglected for some time.
I can’t say what I see,
But as thoughts come from now,
I expect I ought to
Re-familiarize myself
With this locale.