Cylinder: Floating Homeward

Clinging,
The recurring theme,
Examining and reflecting
Upon the finer points,

Like clinging as
Anticipation or expectation,
Then suddenly noticed
Sore throat,

‘Getting a cold,’
Is what occurred to me,
But then recognized that
What I have is a sore throat,

Ah! Expectation
Pulled me away from
What’s happening now,
Getting ahead of things,

And yet tis not
The expectation either,
But the clinging to it
That knocked me off course.

Carefully, I reset my course,
Orienting the rudder
Of my boat
In the direction pointing to here,

But then letting go of
The pointing as well
And the direction too,
And letting the boat go.

Seeing how difficult this is
I get stuck on difficulty,
Letting go of difficulty,
I then get stuck on letting go,
And on and on, towards the horizon.

Cyclone: Quelle Différence

Nothing like
A cup of tea
At the end
Of a long day,

Especially when has
Muscles on it,
Amazingly refreshing
And so uncomplicated,

Particularly on such a
Different day,
One full of surprises,
And unpleasant demises:

First course,
Banana and peanut butter sandwich,
Followed by
Some sardine chowder,

With stacks of grief
And misery
On the side,
And then in peace I did abide,

But only a temporarily dose,
As too full already
From the third course,
So how much good did it me?

Can I ever really be free?
And how could I tell?
Or, would I simply disappear
Or dissolve into fear?

What next will appear?
Will the way ever be clear?
When will I stop asking
Silly questions,
Or, have I only yet to find the best ones?

Customary: À la Carte

Grocery shopping already,
Getting it done
Ahead of the increasing humidity
In the face of reduced lucidity,
As fatigue has decreased my mindfulness,

And in spite of best efforts,
Forgot to add some items
To the list,
But managed to remember in-store anyhow.

Affordable citrus in short supply,
Considered buying limes instead
But managed a clever compromise,
And decided to get some oranges;

Bananas on sale
To satisfy my sweet tooth
Which has been raging
Of late,

Replacing the diet ginger ale
That’s now priced outside
My current budget,
Having gone up 47%!

It’s just like the old days
When our ancestors quested for foodstuffs
And had to take
Whatever presented itself to them;

This is surely
Living in the present moment,
To have to be so constantly cognizant
Of basic needs,

No fancy cuisine,
Just simple fare,
But at least served up
With some time to savour it!