02-03-2014, 02:03 AM
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As I am about to doze off to sleep,
Buddha-belly whispers loudly in my ear,
“Hey, you haven’t meditated yet!”
(Buddha-belly is not known for his subtlety)
I mumble something about doing it the next night.
“No!” softly screams Buddha-belly, “Tonight!”
I get up and sit on the couch in the lotus position,
middle fingers barely touching the root of the thumb.
I begin a slow deep breath to enter an altered state.
Buddha-belly rumbles, “I am empty, you cannot
meditate when hungry. Siddhārtha always had a full belly
before he would sit under the Bodhi tree,
he would never have found enlightenment
with an empty belly.”
“But there is no Buddha-belly food here,” I complain!
“Well go to the store and get Buddha-belly food,
you stupid neophyte!”
So I go to the corner store and Buddha-belly
picks a quart of Ben and Jerry’s “Cherry Garcia”.
Back at home I sit down on the bed with a spoon, remove the top,
and begin feeding Buddha-belly his nutritional supplement.
Suddenly, the alarm clock is going off and it is time to get up
and go to work…after I wash the dried ice cream off of my face.
I say to myself as I am walking out the door,
“I really will meditate tonight…I promise!”
Buddha-belly chuckles softly to himself!
—Erthona 2014
As I am about to doze off to sleep,
Buddha-belly whispers loudly in my ear,
“Hey, you haven’t meditated yet!”
(Buddha-belly is not known for his subtlety)
I mumble something about doing it the next night.
“No!” softly screams Buddha-belly, “Tonight!”
I get up and sit on the couch in the lotus position,
middle fingers barely touching the root of the thumb.
I begin a slow deep breath to enter an altered state.
Buddha-belly rumbles, “I am empty, you cannot
meditate when hungry. Siddhārtha always had a full belly
before he would sit under the Bodhi tree,
he would never have found enlightenment
with an empty belly.”
“But there is no Buddha-belly food here,” I complain!
“Well go to the store and get Buddha-belly food,
you stupid neophyte!”
So I go to the corner store and Buddha-belly
picks a quart of Ben and Jerry’s “Cherry Garcia”.
Back at home I sit down on the bed with a spoon, remove the top,
and begin feeding Buddha-belly his nutritional supplement.
Suddenly, the alarm clock is going off and it is time to get up
and go to work…after I wash the dried ice cream off of my face.
I say to myself as I am walking out the door,
“I really will meditate tonight…I promise!”
Buddha-belly chuckles softly to himself!
—Erthona 2014
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
Very funny poem, Erthona, about procrastination, I think. And, as I'm procrastinating right now by commenting on this poem when I should be learning fractions, appropriate...
Awesome poem, sir.