I set aside
every day a few
minutes to make
plans I’ll break
later.
Early morning
is best. Scoop them up
(sleepy little minutes)
ladle them gently into a container
compartmentalized and labeled
Organizational Splendor. Admire it,
the Imaginary Day Ahead
shining with good intentions and
predictability. Tamed.
Here is a useful moment to pause and picture
the stoic serenity of Buddhist monks the
look on their faces when they step back
from the yellow blue mandala
intricacies carved in sand prepared
for the next breeze,
the breeze born holding its breath
the breeze longing for the chance to
demonstrate chaos theory
The mandala reflects back to us much information about the nature of the human mind, which has a strong tendency toward the illusion of permanence. The medium of sand, however, reminds the viewer of the ultimate impermanence of this existence as well as of all things.
From Mandalas, Losang Samten
Puff Of Smoke Poems 