I sit quietly focused on my practice
but little hands of distraction climb
up the back of my neck.
They carry small bags
of amusing off ramps.
Off ramps of my past,
off ramps to future dreams—
some horrific
some graphically palpable.
Small hands climb to where
the road ends…my mind.
They set up shop there.
Soon a festival of cotton candy
and freak shows—a three ring circus.
Clowns, acrobats, trapeze artists,
magicians, and lion tamers—
all in my mind.
All vanish quickly—
once I realize I have been vandalized.
My focus realigns
my fingers feel my mala beads
my ears again hear my mantra
my mind calms—
as I enter my heart space
where reality waits.
Photo courtesy of Timo.
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