Detained: Mindfully Catching Up

I’m way behind
But I’ll catch up,
Meanwhile, have to keep going
As long as my work,

The pace is rapid
And my energy is high,
I’ve achieved a rhythm
That keeps me flying,

Don’t know when
I will be arriving,
As the tasks keep up-piling
But the job is un-tiring,

I seem to accumulate more fuel
The faster I go,
My spirits are soaring
And nothing is boring,

The attention is infused with joy
And delight upwelling,
To be so smoothing running
Is such a truly rare thing,

How far will I go?
I wonder,
I don’t hear any thunder
But there must be rain some time,

Looking over my shoulder,
I see no dark clouds loom
But experience says,
This upbeat mood is doomed,

So, I’m on the alert
For whatever’s coming,
No time for napping
Or letting up on my mindfulness practicing.

Detailed: Exploration

Frenzied activity
And plenty of reactivity
But also serenity
And response-ability;

It’s not difficult to see
And easy to get lost,
Involvement and non-attachment
Are never far apart,

As one dissolves into the other
Or they co-exist,
One in the foreground,
The other in the background;

What’s happening
Appears to arise from nothing,
With no past/present/future,
Only stories or speculations,

Fully recognized
As being just that,
As far as I can determine,
As how could otherwise be proven or disproven?

Melting into action
And reconstituting,
Weaving in and out
The thread of awareness,

Exploring the moment
And forgetting it again,
Losing it and getting it back
In a never ending dance;

So much going on,
And everything happening,
Feeling it, noticing it,
Observing from awareness.

Destination: Nothing is Wrong

Sleeping badly again,
Moods lurching and agitation driving,
Stirring up the dirt road along which I travel,
Sending the gravel flying,

The snow is pelting down,
The thermometer is dropping
Into the danger zone
And I’m working again tonight,

But nothing is wrong,
Everything feels just right,
Is it just because
Everything is really going my way?

Have I finally hit
A paved highway?
Or could I just be
In the wrong lane?

Either way, all day today
The feeling that all is well
Regardless of what’s happening, recurred,
Even though the usual troubles continued

And although it doesn’t feel like it,
Maybe it’s merely conditions
That I cannot yet see
Or do not fathom,

But whatever I think is going on,
There is a background here
That accepts the foreground
No matter what’s in it,

It’s like my whatever’s-on-sale stew,
Which always seems to suit me fine,
Although it isn’t mine
But like everything else,
Only reality expressing itself.