Bursting with despair
And sadness
To the point of madness,
Rolling around in a funk!
Then I spied a bookmark
Leading to the words
Of Ajahn Chah,
A famous forest monk;
And there I did find
Sound wisdom
I had forgotten
And decided to take up again;
From my latest
Round of passion
I attempted to stand back
And watched the results;
I was skeptical at first,
Thinking this
Would be deadening at best,
Or nerve wracking at worst
But in accordance
With what he said
I found neither
But only release instead,
A steadying mind
Unshaken by
The turmoil
In the heart;
And now I could resume,
Carry on with my tasks,
Observing all the while
And seeing how long
I could make this detachment last.
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Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Employment: Silliness
And, what else?
What is in store for me today?
I’ve covered so much ground
But it’s never the same.
Maybe I move,
Perhaps the ground moves me,
I don’t really care,
I’ve forgotten all about it!
There’s just moving
And sitting still,
Standing up
And lying down,
Stretching
And contracting
And the space
In between;
But what is this space?
And, oh, I’m off again, aren’t I?
On another existential trek,
Another speculative romp!
I could well do without
These ridiculous digressions
But I can’t seem to help it,
Nor the true confession;
What a collection
I’ve here assembled,
Put together how?
And by whom?
And here I go again,
Asking silly questions
And getting no answers;
But that figures.
What is in store for me today?
I’ve covered so much ground
But it’s never the same.
Maybe I move,
Perhaps the ground moves me,
I don’t really care,
I’ve forgotten all about it!
There’s just moving
And sitting still,
Standing up
And lying down,
Stretching
And contracting
And the space
In between;
But what is this space?
And, oh, I’m off again, aren’t I?
On another existential trek,
Another speculative romp!
I could well do without
These ridiculous digressions
But I can’t seem to help it,
Nor the true confession;
What a collection
I’ve here assembled,
Put together how?
And by whom?
And here I go again,
Asking silly questions
And getting no answers;
But that figures.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Employer: Action
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes!
Performing household chores
And writing more words;
Activity spills out
Like water
From an overfilled bathtub
And floods the floor;
No need to try,
Indeed, I cannot stop it!
It goes on and on,
Now matter what;
It’s just the flow of reality
That needs no master
And will accept none,
It can only be free
And yet,
Knows nothing of freedom,
Cannot comprehend
What limits are,
Because there is no need
When you’re everything,
As it’s all you
And therefore unlimited;
But what use is this?
Why, none at all;
That’s the great puzzle
I cannot solve.
I always get stuck
On this one,
Especially when I’m miserable
But not always,
Sometimes, not even then.
Oh, yes!
Performing household chores
And writing more words;
Activity spills out
Like water
From an overfilled bathtub
And floods the floor;
No need to try,
Indeed, I cannot stop it!
It goes on and on,
Now matter what;
It’s just the flow of reality
That needs no master
And will accept none,
It can only be free
And yet,
Knows nothing of freedom,
Cannot comprehend
What limits are,
Because there is no need
When you’re everything,
As it’s all you
And therefore unlimited;
But what use is this?
Why, none at all;
That’s the great puzzle
I cannot solve.
I always get stuck
On this one,
Especially when I’m miserable
But not always,
Sometimes, not even then.
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