My mysterious mind
Is predictably
Unpredictable
And fickle

Unpredictably fickle me
I never know for sure
How I'll find my mind,
Day to day

One day I love my room
Next,  I would sooner
Be in any other room
In any other country

Blown by unseen winds,
A random necklace of doldrums
Interrupted by tropical tempests
And occasional thunder

One day I am bright
Inside, I feel my mind
Is lit up by
O lovely light

Next, the bulb is dim.
I cannot see well enough
To know with certainty
The state that I am  in

Karmic  cataracts inside my mind
Can make my world yellow,
And ever so slowly
I can slip down below

No one has ever seen
The karma popcorn machine


Sean Hunt
Windermere   November 20 2015