There’s a fog this morning
Warm air bumping into cold
The greater atmospherics
Out of my control
I simply woke into this day
Running along
Becoming gently soaked
The next metre or so
Barely discernible
In ayurvedic medicine there is a correlation
Between the conditions within
And the conditions without
I believe this
And wonder
What clears the internal fog?
It is not thinking
That is certain
Attention to thought is like turning on a smoke machine
Bellowing grey
To fill the corners of the mind
There is no food or magic elixir
That helps
Instead it is almost a requirement to step outside of self
Outside of this spinning never stop thought built universe
Discard it like a suit
Crumpled on the ground
My wraith like attention gone wandering
To commune with the stars
The rocks
The small parrots nesting in a hollowed out fence post in the gully
They make more sense then the evening news
The hawk that circles
The ants building quietly
And with focus
My dog who stretches in the sun
One paw messaging at my arm
“Scratch my belly”
A reality
That is not dependent at all
On this thinking world
That never stops
A life we can choose to step into
And away
From mind induced
Chaos
What is real?
What is not?
If we don’t pay attention to it
Will it stop?
Is this heresy
The mark of a coward
Retreating from Man U fractured reality
Does it make it less so?
Who knows
I’ve dropped it
The load
That squirming bag of snakes
You can investigate them further
Poke them about
Their venom
If bitten
Will run in your veins
But in the end
You choose
To tangle
With what is in the bag
Or walk past it
Again
And
Again
*”today” can sometimes be two days or more in the past when I write, so don’t get too hung up on “this morning” it may have been a few days ago. My song line (this blog) is written as I dream it into reality but the time lines of posting lag as I schedule ahead.
Otherwise some days there would be four poems and other days nothing. Consistency is key for readers.
Header image taken Wednesday morning when indeed there was a thick fog blanketing the morning I woke into.
