Room of Passing Clouds - One Saturday Morning.

 

                  A sketch done while having coffee in Noe Valley, San Francisco, Ca.

Room of Passing Clouds

by The Cheeseburger Buddha

Sipping Nescafé,
feeling the slow warmth
as it slips down the throat.
Watching every thought slide by
amidst the silence of the room.

No radio, no chant,
just breathe and the distant clatter
of a world I’ve stepped aside from.
A wedding somewhere,
a promise made in satin and wine—
But I chose this cup,
This chair,
This monastery of dust motes
and passing clouds.

Thoughts rise—
old regrets,
familiar voices,
faces fading like incense.
I let them go,
each one a boat on a still river,
vanishing beyond the bend.

Nothing to do,
nowhere to go.
And in that nothing,
a quiet fullness grows—
like steam from a mug
held close to the face
of a man who no longer hides,
but simply
sits.

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