Breathe in. Breathe out. In and out. Don’t think.
Forget your desperate search for bliss.
Forget every cell screams for drink.
Try harder. Bliss sure ain’t this.
Make the spinning neurons stop
Brooding over Facebook, emails, faxes.
Call out your mental traffic cop.
Inhale the blank. Exhale banks and taxes.
Move heaven and earth to find mindful poise.
Feast on silence till you’ve had your fill.
A paltry feast. Your brain’s abuzz with noise.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Dial up your will.
Don’t think of the power of his golden thighs,
Or the golden mysteries of his eyes.
Jon Bell 