The Cons of Mindfulness

Every slight transgression 
Each harsh spoken slip 
Unwholesome action 
And childish grip 

All your dependencies, 
Your grossest foes 
Framed and hung 
In front of your nose 

The deeper you delve, 
The less you can hide. 
The tiniest warts; 
Bare, magnified 

It’s lonely and strange 
This spiralling track 
And at some point, you learn 
There’s no going back