Density: Probing the Mundane

All things eternal seem close tonight,
As soon as I sat I felt
The opening inner eye,
The channel locking in,

Reality vibrating,
Material and immaterial
Flicking in and out of existence,
Feeling the connection,

And yet,
Viewing this blank page
Inspired me not one bit!
How can that be?

I’m no nearer to integrating
Infinity and the mundane,
That’s always the same,
The repeating aggravation,

So, back to paper sorting,
Reading selections from
The endless stream of mail
And throwing out again;

Used to be I’d watch TV
Or listen to something
While I was doing this
But I did it a cappella,

It seemed appropriate
To be fully aware
And caused no difficulty, except
Reminding me how I miss TV,

Time was, you just plugged it in
But now, complex and expensive,
At least around here,
And so, I keep trying to plug in
To infinity instead!

Denote: Arising

More running around,
More returning purchases;
The post-Yule hangover continues
But there’s so much energy in it!

Then, amidst the hullabaloo,
I pause to metta
And breathe and know
All that I’m doing,

The body’s aches
And inner processes,
The rushing mind
Teeming with thoughts,

But, oh what a relief
To just sit for a while
And let the river
Flow around and through,

The lunging stream
Grows quiet briefly
Before the momentum
Of busyness catches up

And the mind sizzles
And crackles, sparks flying,
Flames arising
And floating upon the watery surface;

I have barely sat ten minutes
When I feel the urge
To fly up from the chair
And do some more!

It feels so wonderful,
After so many days of idleness
Due to recurrent and chronic illness
To finally accomplish something useful,
That I don’t regret one single minute!

Demonstrative: Fizzing

Wow! What a blizzard of a day,
Whiz bang! Running around
Barely time to catch breaths,
Let alone count them!

Don’t know what
It will amount to
In the long term,
Still plenty to learn,

What else can I say?
Just when I thought
I had time to rest
More work came to call,

And I was happy to have it
But now I’m still at it,
Adding to my load
As I jog down the road,

Towards what? I wonder.
This next day I’ll be tested
Will be just as busy
And no further ahead,

My inbox is always full,
My calendar is never empty,
The time may pass slowly
Or quickly, but on it goes;

There’s so much going on
Besides these words, I know,
And I'm so tired and keyed up
From this endless go;

It’s difficult to stop
When the energy’s so hot
And with Fibromyalgia I never know
When I’ll be sidelined or for how long,
So I feel that I have to keep going.