I promised that I’d take some time today

to do my laundry, clean the bagua, chores,

clear magazines and papers in the way,

dust history and cobwebs off the doors.

I’m focusing a fraction of my mind,

the future is obscured by artifact,

still meditation makes the time unwind,

releasing all the tension from my back.

The cruelest judgment always is my own,

a fear of just forgetting, letting go,

and throwing out the trash that’s in my home

so I can get my chi back in the flow.

My stuff piles up, it’s such a sad reflection,

I’ll drag it out, and start a new collection.