Saucha was our lesson today, a word
referring to purity of thought and body,
yogic cleanliness, clarity, orderliness.
A quick glance at my messy studio
reveals a distinct lack of the latter.
Piles of papers fill my desk, cover the printer,
lie upon, let me just say it, practically every
flat, semi or slightly flat surface therein,
preventing the use of a fan on these hot days.
Items I might need one day rest in various spots
hither and thither where, when the time comes,
I imagine I will either recall exactly where they are
or find them easily amidst the chaos,
a naive imagining oft proven false.
One day, I tell myself, I will have all of it
organized, put away, filed, ordered, the many
surfaces dusted, the potentially useful spaces cleared,
a soothing tabula rasa in which to work. One day.
This pure thought lies mouldering in my cluttered brain.
