Everywhere I turn
I hear them say
The exact same thing
in various ways
Be in the moment!
Enjoy your life now!
Get into the flow!
I only ask “how?”
Stilling the mind
is so hard to do
There’s so much to think of,
such a long list “To Do”
The pen and the paper
before me await
my undivided attention
and I’m ready... But wait!
The dog wants some food
and that plant needs water.
Look at that dust!
And can’t this coffee be hotter???!
Oops, the cat’s on the ledge!
Now my mind’s whirling,
my nerves are on edge,
tossing, turning, churning....
Take a deep breath now
and settle in again.
Straighten the legal pad,
pick up the pen.
Then, oh my, that curtain
how it needs to be washed!
Now off to the basement,
the laundry to be tossed.
Okay, that’s better,
now I can think.
But first better put
some dishes in the sink.
Oh, there’s the mailman,
I wonder what came.
Bills to be paid, and,
Hey, great! It’s that game!
Should pay the bills now,
and letters to write.
Geez, now it’s so late
might as well give up for the night.
I think of young mothers
most every day.
How do they focus
in the heat of the fray?
As I sit here alone struggling
to connect paper and pen...
It seems my unconscious
is just not my friend.
I hear them say
The exact same thing
in various ways
Be in the moment!
Enjoy your life now!
Get into the flow!
I only ask “how?”
Stilling the mind
is so hard to do
There’s so much to think of,
such a long list “To Do”
The pen and the paper
before me await
my undivided attention
and I’m ready... But wait!
The dog wants some food
and that plant needs water.
Look at that dust!
And can’t this coffee be hotter???!
Oops, the cat’s on the ledge!
Now my mind’s whirling,
my nerves are on edge,
tossing, turning, churning....
Take a deep breath now
and settle in again.
Straighten the legal pad,
pick up the pen.
Then, oh my, that curtain
how it needs to be washed!
Now off to the basement,
the laundry to be tossed.
Okay, that’s better,
now I can think.
But first better put
some dishes in the sink.
Oh, there’s the mailman,
I wonder what came.
Bills to be paid, and,
Hey, great! It’s that game!
Should pay the bills now,
and letters to write.
Geez, now it’s so late
might as well give up for the night.
I think of young mothers
most every day.
How do they focus
in the heat of the fray?
As I sit here alone struggling
to connect paper and pen...
It seems my unconscious
is just not my friend.
