what is here
in front of me
clean and dirty laundry
cats
throwing treasures to the floor
recorded music resonates
my sadness
if i think about detachment
don’t own the un-mated sock
or the dishes
in the sink –
if i don’t own the cats
clawing at moths
and ripping the screen
do i own my sadness
what is there
behind me
wake
distinctly discernible
patterns of pain
expectations, explanations, reasons and rational
big because-es
do i own my past
my sad specters
what is here
in front of me
cloudy morning
music
cats moving inside
breeze outside
hear the summer
soak in the green
fractal and chaotic patterns
of living leaves
do i own my future
my sadness sits
i watch it
i will not will it
it moves
on its own time
no different than
the cats
the leaves
the breeze
the dishes
the clean and dirty laundry
the solitary sock
Elisabeth Bee 
I love the idea of soaking in the green, being mindful yet also aware that life has its own cadence.
divine……the solitary sock……genius…..so deep…yet so simple….
I watch it……I will not will it…
watch as referee…..neutral as zero….love……happiness…
Referee is blissfulness who witness the match ,enjoys it the most remaining neither attached nor detached at the same time. this balanced ignorance could be termed as blissfulness.
p.s.:- to be a good referee one has to be good player first. Spectators with neutral mind balance also enjoy blissfulness that is beyond joy and sorrow but surrounded by crowds of people this can happen as a special theory but not as general theory.
joy and sadness state of the mind …..happiness is state of your self ……
love all
thanks so much – it was a hard thing to write – to just observe what was before me – my mood like the sock – no different.
writing is a process of detachment – i get to watch …
EB
divine………..out of nothing comes every thing….
cosmos governed by a common law for all………..
creativity nature of cosmic intelligence……..same with us…
knowing 26 alphabets of English one can express without an
end……
you are wise ….and familiar with basics so you could observe a sock …and write a spiritual mystery……
life is a great mystery……it unfolds in its own pace……we are fortunate to born in this age of creative enlightenment…….
bless you……
You see in front of you,well 🙂
I enjoy your poetry,
Thank you,
Peace
Laz