Duh...Monkey
I sit head down legs crossed for meditation
The cold floor robs me of heat
Earthing my energy for its surreptitious transactions. ..
Eyes like eager peas bursting out of their pod
Oh God
How to surrender my will
I'm owned consumed by stuff
Stuffing me till I
Leak inanity from every seam.
Bubble wrapped in invidious priorities
Green tea or black
Rice or noodles
Pasta or chow mein
Woollens first or linen
Pen and paper or cell...
Poetry or prose
Or nonsense. ...
To bed then
But burrowing into my
Pillow trying hard to find that comfortable niche
I focus my eyes onto the blind spot
The locus of oblivion
The far pavillion is in my face
Blocking visions of stellar space
piling up onboard the dais
scurrying onstage
ants carrying baggage
I thought
Lost or unclaimed.
Some salvation army type ant
Air drops me an aid package...
I catch its fall like a greedy monkey
unwrapping eager for help...
It says
Try meditation.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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