Sitting on the couch,
I sip tea, turn to my friend,
I say “This is nice”
The bell rings out: “bong”,
I smile and stretch my legs out.
Meditation done.
Alarm rings aloud,
Says: wake up, wake up, wake up.
I drift back to sleep.
Oh! I remember,
This moment, to be here now.
Now: rising, falling
Mindfully I chop,
I stretch and bang my head: “SHIT!”
Not so holy now…
Who is the witness?
Who experiences this?
Who does not know? Me!
Lost in thought, theory…
Never meditating then…
Only reading lots.
Hmm, am I manic?
Or am I progressing well?
Neither, both, be mindful.
I write these poems,
Always aware of my pride,
Squash it, kill it, splat!
Squash it, kill it, splat!
Stop that thought, stop this thought… No!
Let it be and go.
Blink, swallow, tingle,
taste, smell, see, hear, feel, think, fart,
itch, sting, tense, sit, twitch.
I relax the frown,
My mind shoots out and expands,
No frown, no problem 🙂
I write haikus late.
I dig early morning vibes,
Helps loose the filter.
I will end it here,
Good bye, au revoir, ciao, peace!
Good bye-ku hai-ku.
Thought Vacations 