8 Feb 2013

Passing Time

Sometimes I feel I'm just passing time
And filling up moments one by one
Just passing time as some would say
Until each day is somehow done

Sometimes I'm doing things because
Doing is what engages my mind
If I stop doing and enquire within
Psychic entropy is all I find

Even my meditations feel like a doing
A mental doing of wilful focus
For the landscape of my mind is a chaotic place
Where I need to mark my coordinates and locus

Can I just stay and rest somewhere
Where I can be free from time and thought
Where the present is not an obstacle to cross
To reach a future that is longingly sought