Mixture Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

I had intended to write a poem
The first part was of one confusion;
And the last on arithmetical fuzziness
Inside my head, also leading to confusion.

But now the first part has slipped through mind,
The shutters are down inside my head, shutting out
And I cant recall any bit of what the matter was about
It is like a blind man without his white cane in the dark.

Like the cursor on the computer
I send the unnamed point of awareness
Roaming through all parts and cells
Of my brain, but it returns empty-handed.

Like the words and thought
In Taittiriya Upanishad
Who go in search of God
And return without finding him.

Like Jesus says, “The Kingdom of Heaven
Is within you” part of Sermon on the Mount:
Is that the meaning of the Upanishad, that
Thou art, within, and God is not without.

In all this how does my inability
To calculate, divide, and multiply
To find out the income on interest
With interest on income matter at all?

Ah! Now I got it: the confusion was
Whether over-exercise is troubling me,
Or lack of exercise now and then,
Leads to hip and muscle pain at sixty-three!