A thoughtless bunch.

There was this
thought I knew
that became puffed
hearing the word
exercise
which was no better
than the thought
I knew that was restless
and couldn’t keep still
- bored apparently.
Then there was
a cellophane thought
I heard it was noisy as hell
with its crackly presence.
Finally I knew a thought
that was forgotten
in the moment
and gone tomorrow.
Yes! They’re all
a thoughtless bunch
of thoughts of
no promise or potential
just thoughts of consequence.

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[barleygirl]

Your poem demonstrates the struggle to meditate. The Buddhist texts I've read say we should try not to think, but if a thought should wander by, just dismiss it as "thought" . . . don't analyze or get tangled up in it . . . just identify as "thought" & move on to more thought-free meditation. I would say that your narrator is getting very tangled up in his thoughts, as most people do! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie