Manifesto

I can ease into my Zen

(also know as my Happy Place)

like into a pair of old shoes.

It is my usual and preferred state of being.

I don’t completely disassociate from reality.

Physically, yes. Spiritually, not so much.

To be honest, I try to focus all the energy

that would be expended on the physical

into the spiritual where life is more productive

and also, to be honest, more pleasant.

No pain. No worry. No frustration.

There are those who say ‘That isn’t life’.

My reply is that ‘Life is what you make it’.

I have reached a stage in life

where I am not so much driven as left out to graze.

At least that is my intention.

Others may disagree.

This might be just an intermediate stage

between that intensely focused period

where food, shelter and sex

morphs into mindless senility.

My objective now is to prolong this intermediate state

for as long as I am able.

It is productive in many ways,

not the least of which is to concentrate

on subjects that are more important now than yesterday,

like why I made so many damned mistakes along the way.

It’s too late to correct them but n. ot too late to learn

and, in pondering my wandering ways,

Examine them and document them

I might leave behind something of value.

Others may find my state of Zen

Annoying, objectionable or baffling.

To be expected when they have yet to attain

That same level of peace and detachment.

Just can’t let sleeping dogs lie.

But here I lie, scratching my ear, wagging my tale.

There is no going back.

Their mantra of Busy, Busy, Busy

keeps spilling over into my quiet backwater

causing ripples to spread, calling for my attention.

I avert my eyes , turn on my deaf switch

and try to let it all drift over me.

This technique is usually considered escalation.

Regrettably MAD is not a philosophy understood by all.

And so, after thinking it all over,

I have decided that your Busy is not equivalent to my Busy.

My Busy is just sitting here minding my own business

deep in my Zen.

After 50 years of work and 45 years of marriage,

I think I’ve earned that right.

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