Today I have
Once again
Discovered
What the sages have been trying to tell me
All along:
That Thinking
In the sense of prodding around
To see how I’m feeling about life
In any one moment
Is unwise.
Because Thinking
Is nothing but the futile attempt
To stop the flow of time,
To snatch Life out of its happy dance
And trap it,
Possess it.
I seem to believe
That if I could do this
It would keep me
From dying
But obviously
I can’t
And if I could
The great glowing world
Would die with me.
That’s why
Whenever I fall into
Belly-button introspection
Trying to skewer the squirming moment
On the pin of my mind
I always find that I am
Miserable.
On the other hand
When I’m just
Living
Acting
Feeling
Doing
(As in writing
Or reading
These words)
There’s no judgment
No attempt
To pin down the moment.
Only Being
With what’s going on.
No rocket science,
Just the Great Good Luck
Of being alive.
– TLR
