words seem like sandpaper in my brain
I feel the irritation of words carelessly spewed out
it’s like a garden hose turned on to spray
the mind sprays out thoughts and words
no care for the effect this noise may have
can I be space even amidst this onslaught?
there are flashes of Reality showing itself
vastness while clouds of sawdust swirl from brains
into the space like static on the radio
does no one feel the thirst for the silence of a tree
or a cloud?
am I destined to be a hermit to find quietude?
all the sages speak of the space inside
immune to the mind’s noisy thoughts
they speak of seeing that is free of the past
wonderful it sounds
even for a while it is there, and then
yet I feel the immovable solid real
just below the experience
I stay in meticulous balance for days now
mind is quiet
then a speck of dust in my eye and I crash
headlong tripped up
the only remedy: recede recede recede again and again
So for me it seems that is the path to walk
interactions with most everyone are exhausting
you say be with what is, well it seems this is it.