Poetry

CHIHUAHUA ZEN

  

Today and every day,
I vow to emulate the teachings
Of my chihuahua, Canis lupus familiaris,
Who awakens each morning
When it is simply time to awake,
And waits patiently for his beloved human
Who has already hit the alarm clock twice,
Complained about facing the world,
Hid her head under her pillow,
Afraid to meet the day and its heavy expectations,
Its dire possible outcomes,
Its perceived darkness under the great Eastern sun.
Today and every day,
I vow to emulate the teachings
Of my chihuahua
Who gazes upon my torment
With deep, abiding love
Becoming impatient only
When he has to pee
And then, when his business is done,
He returns to his ever-abiding gaze of love,
His loving snuggles,
Keeping patient company with my mind
Gently reminding me with tender nips and nuzzles
Asking only for me to see him
And finally start to play
When I am ready.
Today and every day
I vow to follow his teachings:
Awaken when time to awake
Breathe in and out
Eat when hungry
Drink when thirsty
Sleep when tired
Find a spot of sun when chilled
Leave those who are aggressive
If he meets them,
And seek those who seek love
And seek to share it
Doing what we do
When it's time to do it
In
Each
Perfect
Moment.

CRYSTALLINE

  

..And as I walked through the crystalline cold night
I gazed up at the heavens and sent out a prayer:
"Send me an omen, Great Spirit,
A brilliant message of your power,
A sign that you know that I have opened my heart to you...
A luminous message of your presence."
I waited, neck craned up to the stars
Awaiting my personal star shower, my divine comet
Dancing stars sparkled at me, bemused.
I counted to ten and threw out my arms
Ready to receive my celestial assurance,
But was answered only by a whisper of a cold breeze
That shivered the dry oak leaves.
As I walked toward shelter, head down and dejected,
The words emerged clear and strong:
"What more do you need, when I have given you:
This crystalline night, this perfect air, these dancing stars?
What more can I give, than your skin to tingle, your lungs to breathe?
Do you not see that the shooting star, the divine comet you seek,
Is but you yourself?
Why do you not bound gloriously across the sky?"

CLOUDS AND MOON

  

Freedom 

Isn't more space, nor more time, 

Nor better health, nor self-perceived wisdom

It's peace with or without such states of being

It's acknowledging them in oneself

And in others

Exactly as they are

Whether they have been revealed yet

Or not.

It's the compassion

And love

For oneself and for others

Raging and suffering

In their very real pain

The pain of perceived lacking

The pain of helplessness

The pain of the breaking body

The pain of the churning mind

The pain 

In its absolute and blunt forthrightness

As we learn, clumsy and fragile,

To pay attention, 

As it points the way

To the bright clear moon.

And when the moon is muddied by bold black clouds,
Lo!
Rest there too, mouth agape.
Dear and wondrous clouds,
Stark and perfect moon,
How would we ever wake up
Without you?

LIVING MOTHER

Today I reflect on living Mother.
A mother is loving.
May I always live love.
May you always live love.
A mother is strong.
May I always believe in my own power.
May you always believe in your own power.
A mother is capable.
May I always feel self-worth.
May you always feel self-worth.
A mother is human.
May I always practice self-care.
May you always practice self-care.
A mother protects and nourishes.
May I always help others.
May you always help others.
A mother holds the world in her heart.
May my heart be full and strong
May your heart be full and strong
We are all mothers.
Together, the world
And all Her beings
Watching out for one another,
One mother to another,
Will be saved.

NOW THIS

Bird chirping.
Now done.
Now gone.
Dog barking
Once
Twice
Thrice
Silence.
Shadows
Sun
Clouds
Moods
Thoughts
Infinitely transforming
Rebirthing
Now gone
Now born
Now gone
At the same time.
What's next?
I don't know.
Oh, this.
Then what?
I don't know.
Ah, This!
And then?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Freedom!

FULL, EMPTY, FULL

  

With thanks to Mickey Singer, Dharma Talk 11/21/16

It is when I think
I am the wisest
That I know best
That I figured it out
And I am right...
I must start again
And remember
With utmost confidence
With a deep breath of relief
Without a trace of self-loathing
With a gentle soft mind
With a receptive heart
That it's
Probably

Just
Not
True.
And then
At last
I can freely

Grow
Deepen
Experience
Live
Love
Bit
by
Bit.