Sitting

In my house now

looking out the window.

I sat in meditation for years

watching the mind stream

‘till it emptied of itself.

It used to be called waiting,

because we always assume

there’s something else.

But old men, like me, aren’t

waiting for anything except

the inevitable….been there,

done that…yes, it all looks

about the same as it ever was.

And, now, it’s all captured in

media, so, no need to have new

experiences…we just reboot the

old ones….no need to have new

lives or explore the world…been 

there, done that…and soon virtual

reality will be so much more than

we could have ever even hoped 

for for our lives. Now the only goal

is to make enough dough so you

don’t have to experience reality

properly….like, just sitting there,

blood coursing through the veins,

breath going in and out, skin 

tingling with sensation, tastes 

and smells delicious and disgusting,

and all the rest of it. Nobody’s made

a better interface with phenomena.