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
To try to let them be
But now and then they pinch me
As if to torment me
See that’s the thing with nature
With size you cannot tell
Just how a big a nuisance
These ants can be as well
So I’ll leave them in my garden
And make my way inside
My god the doors been open
And the kitchens full of flies
It’s best I try to shoo them
And force them back outside
But I never for a moment
Thought I could be their guide
But that’s the thing with Buddha
I think you will agree
He preached that all our blessed
That lives on earth with me
PTT
Spirit Chatter
The voices had no fanfare
In fact they sounded plain
Whispering some nonsense
That I could not explain
It’s hard to quite remember
Just when this all began
Perhaps I should not listen
For I am just a man
For they are very noisy
And wake me from my sleep
As I push away their chatter
When evening shadows creep
They never speak with malice
In fact they are quite kind
But they demand such answers
That I know I’ll never find
I have no heart to chase them
Or say please go away
For they are only spirits
Who come to me to say
We’re glad that you can hear us
And that you give us the time
To talk about those loved ones
We had to leave behind
Thought to Ponder – Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. – Oscar Wilde
Music on You Tube – Warren Bennett – The Forgotten Legend
Book to Read – The Midnight Library – Matt Haig
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