Written by John Trimpi
I don't often come back to the rip rap of my mind,
where things are being churned over and over again,
crashing and clashing needlessly and relentlessly,
thoughts being directed to an open file.
I pretty much stay as long as I choose,
and it's getting easier to swing back into presence,
where I focus and attend to what's in front of me,
or look for proof of my present reality,
or try becoming conscious of awareness,
or seek how best to look for what I am,
or meditate on what it feels like to be me.