meditation

The Refuse of Enlightenment

Searching for the present moment
I vow to relinquish all control
and I smile.

The growl of the morning garbage truck
breaks my meditative reverie
and I scowl.

Anger flares. Who dares disrupt such
holy inquiry! My calm shatters
and I glare.

Staring after, I see the Buddha wave
from a pile of reeking trash
and I blink.

In the rumbling noise and putrid stink
the present moment smiles
and I nod.

There is no need to sit today.
What else is there, but the
refuse of enlightenment?

I enjoy the slow
groan of my
cushion.

It always exhales
when I forget to
breathe.