Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Attention and inattention

The game’s easily lost, when attention to every detail

Is owned, and committed to memory, without realizing  

It may return as sadness, one day, when the mind’s bread

Goes missing, it cannot live off air, the mind seeks wholesome happiness

Which has been spirited away to the depths of one’s heart

Hidden in that abode of serenity, it is glossed over through inattention

Every heart beat churns up flowing magic

If one could keep step with the pulse of that music

Through complete attention, relaxed and unafraid

It’s doors would open, and everything would spill out

Secrets will be bared, free to study the lost caverns, to one’s heart's content

Only through attention can that examination be complete