Attentional Closet (Poem)

I open the closet to shine a flashlight on the interior.

What do I see? It depends upon where I focus the light.

I can see the clothes and other items,

To be grateful for what I have.

I can find dirt and dust,

To be motivated to clean.

I can see disorganization and poor design,

To be inspired to reorder.

I can find empty holes and disliked objects,

To feel suffering and lack.

Whatever I discover, whatever I feel, whatever I do…

All depends upon where I focus the beam and how I choose to respond.

The closet itself is simply a space with things.