The elephant tirade continues
Until it resolves into
An orderly parade,
A disciplined promenade,
The elephants stop
Beside a lake
And take a drink,
Watching warily for predators
And so,
I sit once more,
Amidst this temporary lull
In whatever ails me,
Although it’s better
Not to consult the list,
Or I’ll start to feel sorry for myself
All over again,
Lonesome and depressed,
Wondering ponderously
Or wandering aimlessly,
Until something better occurs to me,
This pointless rumination
Must stop
And so, thinking of the elephants
I cheer up,
They really are
Such beautiful creatures,
So intelligent,
Gregarious and elegant,
So well formed
And marvelous,
A tribute to
Nature’s ingenuity.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Evaluating: Closer Examination
Fear, fear, fear,
Agitation and doubt,
What a bout
And what’s it about?
Could it be,
I feel so safe to feel
That I’m ready
To let these hungry ghosts out?
Out, out, ghosts,
Go feed elsewhere,
I’ve better things to do
Or so I tell myself,
For maybe that’s the trouble,
It’s all so mundane,
So repetitive,
What a strain!
And yet,
There is much good here,
My pain is under control,
It’s only my fear that’s rampaging,
Like five elephants tied to a pole,
The five hindrances tug and pull,
Until they rip it out of the ground
And stampede into the forest,
Dragging the pole with them
And finally it gets stuck
In between two trees,
Which they tear down,
In their fear and fury
They run amok,
Galloping across the meadow,
Finally fleeing even from their own shadows
As the night sets in.
Agitation and doubt,
What a bout
And what’s it about?
Could it be,
I feel so safe to feel
That I’m ready
To let these hungry ghosts out?
Out, out, ghosts,
Go feed elsewhere,
I’ve better things to do
Or so I tell myself,
For maybe that’s the trouble,
It’s all so mundane,
So repetitive,
What a strain!
And yet,
There is much good here,
My pain is under control,
It’s only my fear that’s rampaging,
Like five elephants tied to a pole,
The five hindrances tug and pull,
Until they rip it out of the ground
And stampede into the forest,
Dragging the pole with them
And finally it gets stuck
In between two trees,
Which they tear down,
In their fear and fury
They run amok,
Galloping across the meadow,
Finally fleeing even from their own shadows
As the night sets in.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Evaluate: Trying to See
Agitation, doubt and fear,
To which nature agrees
As the weather
Is filthy!
Steely grey clouds
Loom over the city,
Darkening the sky
And oppressing the mind,
The driving rain
Peters out to drizzle,
Leaving behind
A mucky mess,
How similar
To the state of mind
In which I awoke,
And which I cannot shake,
How not to identify with this
Becomes the difficult task,
‘What of it?’ cries the voice of doubt,
‘What good is this doing!’
‘Try it and see,’
Comes the helpful reply
But it’s too weak
And the enemy is strong
And so,
I resort to writing,
Which at least
Gets my mind onto something else for a while
And gradually,
As I engage in this process,
The butterflies of fear gather together
And begin to fly in close formation.
To which nature agrees
As the weather
Is filthy!
Steely grey clouds
Loom over the city,
Darkening the sky
And oppressing the mind,
The driving rain
Peters out to drizzle,
Leaving behind
A mucky mess,
How similar
To the state of mind
In which I awoke,
And which I cannot shake,
How not to identify with this
Becomes the difficult task,
‘What of it?’ cries the voice of doubt,
‘What good is this doing!’
‘Try it and see,’
Comes the helpful reply
But it’s too weak
And the enemy is strong
And so,
I resort to writing,
Which at least
Gets my mind onto something else for a while
And gradually,
As I engage in this process,
The butterflies of fear gather together
And begin to fly in close formation.
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