Smoothness

Most of us experience a human world,

walled off from all that arises,

Each moment, unfolding of its own accord,

As if from the imagination of a dew drop.

You know this is you.

In a “reality” of schedules and debts and buildings,

opinions and reactions and norms and subjects and objects,

a reality built on a foundation of want… of?… what?

Control and acceptance and all that isn’t here now?

Blessed by the privilege of old age and a house in the woods,

my life is lived in but not of the world you have chosen.

There is more here than one can imagine, but mostly

Just a vast smoothness, a mirror that reflects what it is given.

As wars rage and manufactured ideas are thoughtlessly gobbled up,

most humans build realities of schedules and debts and reactions and objects, while

I am in a home of peace and unfolding, acceptance and flow,

Where perfection is everywhere,

Free from worrying about wars, hate, norms and mindlessness.

In this fearlessness, angst and wanting have nowhere to go.

They move on, reflected in perfect smoothness,

without need of beginning or ending.

Breath by breath, the world comes and goes,

with no hook for the weight you wish to hang on it.