What's Wrong With This Moment?

Walking, biking, standing, 

sitting, talking, writing,

lying down, driving, swimming . . . 

I often encounter 'it',

a general feeling of dislike

about this moment.

I know all the signs:

tightness in the throat, 

stomach in a knot,

bitter taste in the mouth,

sadness in the heart,

and tiredness all over.

Inside thinking mind,

I find dreams of a different life,

sweeter, easier, more peaceful,

simpler, better, and without pain.

I imagine different conditions,

to make me happy.

Today, the light went on,

and I saw with great clarity,

the exit sign, pointing the way

out of dilapidated old house.

Nothing's wrong

with this moment.

PS - if you liked this poem, you may enjoy Gil Fronsdal's talk: 'It's OK'