Quiet
suddenly feels unwelcome.
Traffic and crickets outside my front door (which I keep open tonight)
not loud enough to do the trick,
to have an effect.
I need more noise!
To drown incessant chatter
that drones amid the clamor
of a restless mind...
My restless mind,
as if not controlled by me,
leading the way
to a spike
that never should arrive,
to conversations,
that have no meaning...
I could drown it in a bottle
or some sexy repartee -
maybe throw it to a cause,
an affair that bears no weight.
I could dig up some attention,
or watch a little porn,
or spend a bunch of money,
or find a stranger's arms.
Or...
I could stay the flailing reins,
repair the wheels of damage,
freshen up the carriage,
and water down the horses.
I could ride it to the edge,
each part
could not exist -
without the other's life in whole,
unhindered - mindfulness.
I could set the monkey free
and ride in to the sunset...
so the chariot (and I)
could restore itself,
To Balance.
-kyuuri
