Domesticity: Back on Track

Back on track perhaps
But for how long?
Won’t speculate,
Instead enjoy and proceed,

Too long got stuck
And now hopefully
The pace will pick up
Without undue stress;

Spring is here
And although the weather’s cool,
The sky brightens earlier
And stays so later;

It’s always strange,
No matter how many times this happens,
It’s always a surprise,
The return of lighter skies;

And ‘tis so of the inner weather,
As sometimes darkness appears endless,
Although I may know impermanence,
Still each instance is a scary event,

Every release from gloominess
Produces astonishment,
How a new frame of mind arises,
Often with no apparent causes;

From nowhere the newcomer arrives,
Just when it seems
The clouds will never clear
They up and disappear!

‘Tis a mystery
Too difficult to solve,
How everything dissolves
And where it all goes
Nobody knows.

Domesticate: Homing In

Wondrous sitting,
Breathing exciting,
Jumping around
And off and on

But pleasant peace,
That was until
The mind began flitting about,
On its own errands;

Counting the breaths
Pulled the attention
Away from jittery thoughts,
Which faded into the background,

Being with the breath,
It suddenly occurred to me
That I’m always with it,
For how else could I be?

Then all was just one experience,
All the senses working together,
A seamless happening
With no distractions,

Hearing the fan going and other sounds,
The thoughts arising and passing,
The sensations of sciatica,
Back pain and comfort united as one,

A sense of pleasant
And a thought,
‘This is a pleasant sitting,’
Into which attention fell for a time,

Then soon ‘twas the end
Of this particular mindfulness mission
And now to stow the cushions
And prepare for bed.

Domestic: At Home

The path looks straight
But the mind is tangled,
How do these go together?
Or do they?

They must do,
As they are together,
Happenings in
The present moment;

No adjustment needed
Even though everything’s a mess,
Life is disorderly,
Otherwise, how could it arise?

Growth is all over,
Playful and wild,
Creative and expressive,
Spicy as well as mild;

The mind is alive,
Full of thoughts
And wondrous images,
Colour and light,

Dancing delightfully,
Cavorting spontaneously,
Taking unexpected turns
And cart wheeling mightily,

Nobody’s in charge
Of this remarkable display,
Which appears no different
From all else at play;

Connected in with
The celestial music,
Which sings joyfully
To all who hear it.