Edge: Delimiting

Upon reflection on
Yesterday’s foolishness,
At last I remembered
What I said on July 1st,

Recognizing the futility
Of this endless thirst
For meaning,
As if that matters;

Insight bursts forth
And I laugh
At my pettiness,
My thickheaded silliness,

Born of habit, perhaps
But regardless
A practice to be abandoned!
If true happiness is my aim;

Letting go of all
That is inane
That drives me insane
If allowed to persist,

How to break out of this?
It’s the only worthy goal
If there is such a thing
In the light of my reflecting;

The white light of reason
And well-directed good sense,
Of wisdom that cuts through
My own nonsense;

No time can be wasted,
This I must get straight!
No matter what my duties,
All my time is free.