Weary
A Perilous Pendulum
Swings
To And Fro
With Every Swing
Dully Drumming
Tedious Lifetreads
Like A Ponderous Heartbeat

Awakening:
A Wondrous Ocean
Opens To Me
Shining Green-Foam Waters
Roar, Beckoning Me

Let Your Attachments
Go, Like Throwing A Handful
Of Sand In The Air

Is Difficult When I’m Consumed
By Life’s Preoccupations And
Being Zen Is Something Put Off Until
Later When I Have Time Like Everything
I Don’t Seem To Get The Time To Do
And Never Gets Done

Being Mindful In The Moment Is
The Answer But My Mind Seems To
Want To Be Anywhere But
In The Here And Now