They say that everything swirls
constantly interacting, changing
but all I see is what I know:
My book, the living room sofa,
the rug, the window looking out
onto the meadow and Storm Mountain.
They call it Monkey Mind,
thoughts, feelings, wants,
memories rushing in whirlpools.
My mind's a planet and I
can't find the sun. It hides
behind the miasma of mortality.
And so you ask, ten years
from now, what will my life
be like? I'll see more deeply,
know that everything I think
and feel goes out into the universe
and all that we are made of lives.
Catastrophe, chaos, crisis
brings change, the newspaper said
and we will be changed, remade.
Transparent to ourselves so that
everything we think, say, or do
reverberates like music, like love.
By Pat in Colorado on Apr 17, 2011