Bad Poem

On occasion, I find a poem jumping out of me. Most often, this happens concurrent with meditation, either a sitting or a retreat. I call this my Bad Poetry. This is simply truth in advertising. I've never been trained on this business, so it's best if I'm completely honest about what this is.

Here's a recent poem. Enjoy! --Margaret

Practice noticing

Practice noticing,

Things will change.

Can’t say what,

Unpredictable range.

Noticing breath,

Hard to stay.

Noticing hard,

Back in play.

Noticing body,

What is this?

More I look,

More there is.

Noticing mind,

What a show!

Here, then there,

Where I go!

Noticing good,

Also bad.

Which is which?

All a fad.

Practice noticing,

All things go,

When it’s still,

What’s to know?

only noticing,

get the whole

all in all.

this is all.

That is all.