Caught up in thinking
And talking
And then just plain lost,
Shaky and fatigued,
The one constant
Being the renovations
That keep coming and coming,
And no end in sight;
Just when I think
It’s finally over
A new round starts up,
Doesn’t this guy ever get fed up?
I bet he does,
But we all
Have to earn
A living somehow;
Nevertheless, how frustrating that just when
The hot weather eased
And I could finally
Go outside,
He’s moved his machine
To the balcony,
So I have to choose
Between relative quiet and fresh air.
I chose the former
And got on with
Some noisy work
I had to do,
In self-defense
Against his insistent brouhaha.
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Friday, August 6, 2010
Corpus: On My Mind
I was ready
To give up on mindfulness,
Until I remembered
Tara,
In the form of
A voice in my head
Calling my name,
As if she needed me;
How clever,
For how could one
Who’s occupation involves helping others
Ignore such a request?
I sat and visualized
Her across from me
In the usual place,
Inviting her to sit with me,
My resolve strengthened
And I was able to meditate,
Steadied by the perception of
Tara’s presence and her image;
Something worthwhile to investigate
Had indeed arisen,
And I set about
Noting all
Of what was present,
Whether pleasant
Or unpleasant,
Without judging or rejecting it.
Upon consideration of these events,
I take this as
A demonstration of
The mind’s power
To lead the body back home.
To give up on mindfulness,
Until I remembered
Tara,
In the form of
A voice in my head
Calling my name,
As if she needed me;
How clever,
For how could one
Who’s occupation involves helping others
Ignore such a request?
I sat and visualized
Her across from me
In the usual place,
Inviting her to sit with me,
My resolve strengthened
And I was able to meditate,
Steadied by the perception of
Tara’s presence and her image;
Something worthwhile to investigate
Had indeed arisen,
And I set about
Noting all
Of what was present,
Whether pleasant
Or unpleasant,
Without judging or rejecting it.
Upon consideration of these events,
I take this as
A demonstration of
The mind’s power
To lead the body back home.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Corpulence: In the Way
Steeped in sadness
At the close of the day;
Waiting for answers?
Or maybe just waiting;
Wading though
A flock of dreams
And pushing them aside,
Making room for what?
What’s in between?
I can’t quite see,
Practical considerations
Crowd them out.
Once I thought
I saw something valuable,
But now
I’m not so sure;
Where does one go
When all is so obscured,
Or could the darkness itself
Be my object?
Once I thought it was
But I can’t see it now,
And I’m not certain
There’s anything there;
It’s just life
You see;
That’s all
That’s happening,
And with
Such a life as this,
Is there anything
Worth examining?
Perhaps that comes later.
At the close of the day;
Waiting for answers?
Or maybe just waiting;
Wading though
A flock of dreams
And pushing them aside,
Making room for what?
What’s in between?
I can’t quite see,
Practical considerations
Crowd them out.
Once I thought
I saw something valuable,
But now
I’m not so sure;
Where does one go
When all is so obscured,
Or could the darkness itself
Be my object?
Once I thought it was
But I can’t see it now,
And I’m not certain
There’s anything there;
It’s just life
You see;
That’s all
That’s happening,
And with
Such a life as this,
Is there anything
Worth examining?
Perhaps that comes later.
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