Core: Relishing the Ordinary

Continuing on
With caught-uncaught,
Drifting up and down
Throughout the day,

Thinking of being everything,
Observing the routine
And wondering
Why it’s necessary,

As it all seems the same
From a certain point of view;
Maybe it’s worthwhile,
Either way, it’s all I know right now:

Doing laundry,
Meal preparation,
Eating
And washing dishes,

It all appears more so,
More enjoyable,
More meaningful,
When looked at from here;

I find it interesting
That this mundane activity
Should make so much sense
To me, when it’s so simple;

Complexity is suspended,
Pricey diversions are unavailable
To me currently,
But I don’t care today,

Contentment with the ordinary,
What’s present is enough:
To move, perform essential tasks and breathe,
At the moment these are all I need,
Even though, no satisfaction is guaranteed.

Cordon: Stuck in the Mundane

In recovery
From yesterday,
Accomplished little
But paper pushing,

Sorted through old letters
From a long absent friend,
Forgotten how much
She cared then,

But then she disappeared
The connection broken,
And I don’t suppose,
I’ll ever learn what happened;

Nevertheless,
The letters were filed
Lovingly away, with others
In a cherished spot;

Then came across
Some less welcome correspondence,
From those I have
Less liking of,

But still,
I kept it
For memory’s sake,
As I’m not ready to forget just yet;

Saved by my schedule,
Luckily,
As I had to prepare
For other work once again;

This was no relief,
However, not really,
Only another page
In a very dull book;
I guess now I’m really caught.

Corded: Circling

Another day,
Another disturbance,
Woken up early
To renovation noise,
Outside the legal limit;

Rushed up
To confirm the source,
And telephoned,
But no answer;

Left a note
For security instead,
By which time,
The noise was almost legal,

And the clamour
Continued,
Until I gave up
And got up;

This is what
I’m stuck on,
As this sleep deprivation
Weighs me down heavily,

Stirring up frustration,
And other unpleasant emotions
And sensations,
The limit of my practice resolve breached.

But then, during the quiet interlude
I thought I saw forever again,
Stood in the light of
Cause and effect,

Feeling both free and bound,
Trapped and in motion;
Reality unfolding,
Replacing discouragement and gloominess with equanimity.