I suspect my expiration date code came up some time ago,
but they apparently wanted me to sample more wine, so
when I do cross over, my report will be comprehensive.
We are all here on our own special assignments. It might
seem that just being oneself would be easy enough, but
more often than not, we tend to complicate that job.
Perhaps we’ve kept ourselves so occupied with busy tasks
that we fail to notice how serious we’ve become, until we
look in the mirror and see a stressed face squinting back.
Alternately, when the grim-mouthed monks pass on, they
may discover to their chagrin they missed out on life’s fun,
meditating in cold caves, instead of playing out in the sun.
Working so hard to become happy some day, we postpone
the chance to be happy today. After all, if we can’t enjoy
our life right now, why believe we’ll be happy then?
Entangled in hopeful thoughts of attainment and gain,
all our energy stagnates in the head instead of flowing
into the heart, where our real treasure patiently pines.
In the midst of whatever we’re busy doing, we can pause
for a moment and take a good breath. Sometimes it’s only
by slowing down that we’re able to arrive here on time.