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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Divinely: Delicious Impermanence

A radical change:
No cooking today!
As my mindfulness revealed
That I didn’t like it anyway;

Hence, I decided to infuse
Some new variety into my meals,
By making a salad
Instead of stewing the pot;

Using up left over greens,
Cabbage needed to be used
And so did the celery
And also the beet stems,

Plus a little red pepper
And a small tin of salmon,
Then to top it off,
Some mayo. and spicing;

At the end it looked enticing
And tasted so as well,
‘Twas a delightful way to go
And a welcome alteration;

Finished with
An orange half
And a blueberry muffin,
With ground peanuts only peanut butter;

Feeling rather full
From the generous repast
That wonderful satisfaction
That lasts and lasts.

Set off to work
With a smile,
Felt energetic enough
To walk ten miles.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Division: In Between

Can hardly wait
To shuffle home
Though no idea
Where the fire is.

What for this hankering
To get out of the place?
Can’t see anything wrong,
From whence comes the restlessness?

Agitation thrashes and complains,
My lower back pains,
Blood rushes through my veins
To my throbbing head;

Still I sit here
Doing my work,
Waiting patiently
For the climate to change

And presently,
Some softer frame of mind
Replaces the choppy one,
Though the pain remains.

Taking a short break,
I stretch out the kinks,
Then reseat myself
And continue refreshed.

Sloth and torpor banished,
Strength and energy return
And enable the effort,
Brightening the outlook.

Finally when ‘tis time to close up
Am feeling fine
And happy to have worked,
Another day of finding a way.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Divine: Tara

Catching me even when I fall,
That’s what Tara does,
Holding me up like a life preserver,
Though I float down Niagara Falls.

I don’t need a barrel
Or underwater gear,
As long as I’ve got Tara,
Guarding from the rear,

Her green always surrounds me,
Cushioning the ride,
Ensuring a regular course,
As through the water I slide.

No matter how much I falter,
I keep learning how to swim,
No matter how cold or turbulent the water,
I know that I will eventually win,

For Tara’s compassion flows all over,
Moderating the movement of the stream,
Keeping me above water,
Even when the darkness teems;

Although blackness lies below
The light above shines Tara green,
The fearless protector gently glows,
Comforting all who call her name.

So many times I’ve used that safety line
And always she answers,
In her way,
Whenever I ask for help

And then I feel supported
Even in the fiercest storms,
As no tempest saps her strength,
Nor obscures her brilliant light.