Contemplating Not Meditating

I have read that sometimes Leonard Cohen
Would spend years writing and rewriting the lyrics
To his songs,
Possibly believing the saying, "A work of art can never be finished,
Only abandoned."

The very idea of living with my words so long
Makes me wince but it's hard to argue with his success.

He also spent years meditating, his mind becoming Za-Zen
In order to know himself so well he could forget all about him.
He said that it helped him see the most mundane things as beautiful.
I think about that as I stare at the spinning blades of my ceiling fan,
Lying on my back and feeling nothing.

I cannot bring myself to start meditating --
It's like asking a boat not to drift
Even though it's not equipped with an anchor, oar men, rudder
Or sails
So instead
I spend so much time not meditating, not doing,
Just contemplating.
In fact,
Almost all of it.

That's why it took me about fifteen minutes to write this
And also why the fact that I did write it
Is clearly evident.