I'd written a long note to god
about being happy that i wasn't broke
it's funny how something like money
allows you to be comforted
like the comfort
of knowing
you'll
pay
rent
or food
and not be thrown out
to the streets yet another month
living paycheck to paycheck
is it zen to worry about such things?
is it zen to think
"oh no, i'm going to die from loneliness and a bad living environment"
what do zen monks do in squallor?
One thing i think they do is... clean.
They take a broom and sweep.
And as they do, the mind is dusted for cobwebs too.
i need to clean my mind as frequently as i can.
About Me
- sharron and jaeson
- we clang about the pots. They echo like a thought. I kiss her like a paint smear. And all my loving is artful. Then I taste the flourescence like an autumn inhale. It all feels like spring and winter all regrowing and disintegrating at the same time. Cold. Wet. Conflicted. Sublime. I write all this. Making up for lost time. All words and pictures on this blog is original content. Jaeson Iskandar Copyright. Sharron Martin Copyright. Alive Right Now !!! (P.s. poems or words by other people will be acknowledged.)
