Stable Abiding

Looking for a stable ground

knowing it can't really be found

From nowness distracted dreams

anything of attracted themes

The rug will be pulled from under

but even though that's plain I blunder

Time lost in ignorance, a diversion

of Attachment and Aversion

Ordinary mind so fickle

the ego's play and tickle

So cunning, slippery and tricky

judging, condemning, very picky

Seeking a happiness from outside

can't sit contented and just abide

© Peter Dorey 2010