Compendium: Mysterious

Why am I here?
Life so beautiful
And so fleeting
Like the leaves
On the trees
Blowing in the breeze;

Do they know
They are so gorgeous,
As they wave at me
Upon the summer wind?

When did it all begin?
Or does it have a beginning?
Where will it end?
Or is it endless?

Will I ever know?
Or, Is this
My only part
In the show?

Life is baffling
And amazing,
Tantalizing
And frightening.

Getting on with work now,
Back to the mundane
And yet
Always changing,

Not what I was taught
But rather,
What I’ve learned
Through experience;
Temporary appearance
And disappearance.

Compelling: Spicy Repast

Getting mad about
Not being present:
Losing now
And finding it
In preparing supper;

Seeking meaning in
Chopping vegetables,
But discovering rage
And hacking away angrily;

This fury arose unbidden
From nowhere
And continued unabated,
Could not be sated;

And so, I waited impatiently
For the stew to cook,
This ire served up hot
And sticky;

Resentment, bitterness
Flavours this meal,
More spicy than the black pepper
That I shake into it;

Yet as empty as
The knife I cut with,
And as sharp as
The blade.

From whence does this irateness arise?
And when will it go?
To neither of these questions
Do I have the answer;

And so, I just keep watch
On the contents of the pot stirring,
And try lowering the temperature
To prevent the burning.

Compatible: Just What’s Happening

Cold coming on:
Sore throat,
Fatigue, malaise,
But eerily calm.

Sleeping poorly
But drowsily settling in,
Breezing through
Barely touching the ground,

Easing through,
Relaxing dreamily,
Seemingly sedate,
Too tired to be irate.

Listening to sounds,
Seeing shapes,
Feeling sensations,
Smelling somebody’s food cooking faraway.

Being with the body,
Noticing its rhythms;
Energy is lacking
But I’m still dancing.

Working steadily,
Enjoying the ride;
Reflecting on the reality
Through which we slide,

Putting that aside
To flow with the tide:
Making waves
And being one,

Floating along
Never far flung,
Staying in close
But not holding on.