Arpeggios in Mindfulness

Wall meets wall meets floor meets wall meets ceiling. ..
And on it goes
Each Perpendicular to each

Today, I'm told, however -
I must concentrate only on the corners
And
Hold.That.Thought
.
Only, I'm not to think -
I'm not to think that I'm not thinking
I must just acknowledge ..then softly, ever so gently
Let.It.Go.

Release it
So I try.
I try and I try and I try

But IT won't let go of ME
"It," - has now become a Thing
With a personality that overpowers the practice of 'Budd'-ing

Just recentre
Where?
And that Ladies and germs is the problem
Where is my centre?
My centre, thankyou very much, has been drifting around of late on the dark side of the moon
(The Blue Danube sounds in a corner, 2001 A Space Odyssey)

My centre, if you must know,
Has retracted it's barbs from its recognised station
And taken so effortlessly to bouncing off all these perpendicular moments
And taken great joy in confusing the rest of those elements that depend on knowing where a centre is.
In short my head is where my asse should be and my asse is belly up.

So breathing and concentrating and releasing and 'Budd' practice will only result in more of what I'm supposed to be self treating.

Frustration
Lack of calm
Confusion

Still,
I guffaw at the aptness of the name Confucius
And laugh inwardly and feel sorry for him all in one
Because even in mindful arpeggios
When AUM is being uttered by the enlightened
I'm unable to stop multitasking just this once
So instead I congratulate my unique gift
Of being crap, at enjoying peaceful bliss -ossity
When instead I'm planning dinner, or micromanaging my weekend to the 'nth'




Poetry by LFD1
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Written on 2019-05-17 at 20:45

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i suspect many "aumers" feel exactly as you do.
2019-05-18