Wrapping Doubts with Presence

time keeps rollin' - like a wheel - mercilessly...

all thoughts throughout my life of havin' done my best, all those jobs done to the best of my abilities...what do they come to in the end? Like a red sun over the Caspian, it's a difficult one, so hard to say, jus' like starin' into the great unknown. Just how well will all those thousands of little things you have tried your best to do prepare you for what is beyond this breathin', wakin' reality? After all, at the end of the day you are what you are so do all the things you do make much difference?

so there I was this mornin' with the bright sun streamin' in through the window illumninatin' all the dirt to a microscopic degree, mutterin' my mantras, casting my head in profile, seeing the lines of my face (lookin' every single bit of my 47 years) reflected in the mirror of the shrine an' thinkin' - is all this stuff actually gonna add up to anything?

doubts. Guess those kinda thoughts are OK, they might mean confusion, they might mean a loss of energy to the point where you feel you can't even pick up a biscuit, but they are still alright because they are what they are an' all it needs is you to wrap them with presence, throw the cloak of awareness over them, an' then the game is a bust.