sometimesihatemycat

I evolve in fits and starts
When shifting sand below my feet
Swallows me and spits me out
I grind the grit between my teeth

Annoyed and agitated yes
The stuff that sticks and stabs
Might be the harbinger of new
Movement that shoves me off my ass

Then sometimes I stay still and sit
Sink peaceful to the depths
I wallow blissed in dark a bit
‘Till all that’s left is barely breath

Yes, I evolve in fits and starts
My meditation too
I’m glad of it, play in the sand
Until this hourglass runs through

-a.r.

Artwork: Hourglass by ForestFaerieQuean, on deviantART.com

~ by April on October 20, 2014.

Posted in Abuse, Body, Humanity, Meditation, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Dukkha, Impermanence, meditation, No-self, poetry, Self