Missing The Garden P.O.M. February

MISSING THE GARDEN WHAT IS THE GARDEN DOING HE SAID WITHOUT A SMILE IT’S AGES SINCE I’VE BEEN THERE I’VE FORGOTTEN ALL ITS STYLE THESE FOUR WALLS THAT SURROUND ME ARE PLAIN AS PLAIN CAN BE PAINTED OUT WITH PASTELS HOW I LONG TO SEE MY TREE I WANT TO SMELL THE FLOWERS...

A Buddhist In Training & Spirit Chatter 02.02.2023.

A BUDDHIST IN TRAINING I’m all for things in nature But ants between my toes Tickle my sensations At least that’s how it goes They just don’t seem to notice That I am very large As they rush about my body Like mercenaries on a charge It takes all my Buddhist training...