Forest Path - Amaravati Buddhist Monastery

’Cause nothing compares,
Nothing compares to food.
Told me that I should go and contemplate
this constant urge to masticate.
But how can I meditate
with this mind numbing belly-ache.
’Cause every time I close my eyes
and try to concentrate,
all I see are bowls of frosted corn flakes.
Then I go off into the forest
for some walking meditation,
but before I know it I am back in the kitchen
due to this oral fixation.
’Cause nothing compares,
Nothing compares to food.
I know that all this yearning and craving
is not from the perspective of One Who Knows,
And it’s humbling to know
that it’s this belly below that’s really in control.
Ultimately, it’s the Buddha’s teaching that I will surely follow,
but in the meantime,
how am I supposed
to do without
my morning cappuccino.
’Cause nothing compares, nothing compares to food.
’Cause nothing compares,
nothing compares
to food
food
food
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