Mindfulness Masticators

I listened to snippet about 'mindful eating'
for work,
not pleasure,
and couldn't help
but have my mind wander
picturing the soul behind the simpering sounds:
muted quiet tones
pretty much amateur asmr
"savour the smell"
as lips smack in pronunciation
(bitch, I have hardly any sense of smell)
bordering on pseudo denial power plays
"don't swallow just yet"
quasi new-age middle-class spiritualists
embracing each fleeting sensation
in their repressed suburban lives
tasting a thimble of quinoa
while their flip-side hungers to drink deep
from the fantastic chalice
of a maenad-borne frenzied orgy.

Fuck focussing more on the bullshit world
and the ephemeral mundanity of modern life;
bugger off into another world
indulge in a few fantasies elsewhere
rather than resort to raping reality
your bones will lay in a grave here
whenever you return.

My mind wanders when I eat,
I am not mindful;
I am beyond the material and out of touch with reality
Not a humdrum chore of routine forgetfulness
but a sense of unexperience and unbeing
being outside the barrier and the box,
all the more thankful for the times I am 'with it'.

If you truly want to be mindful,
stop trying so damn hard to clutch to everything
learn to let go

Life is a tide, let it wash around you sometimes.