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  • Messenger (Poem For Feb 18-PouncePunk22)

    Dark aspect and terrifying mien.

    Wings of skin and bone with barbed points.

    Grey-scaled limbs with daggered claws.

    Fiery eyes with glaring stare.

    Chilling voice with harrowing words.

    Speaking thus:

    “You are responsible for your own enlightenment.

    You are also responsible for all other beings.

    Hear these words and open yourself.”

    Are you sure you want to meet an angel?

  • Stillness & Movement (Poem-PouncePunk Art Challenge)

    How to find a still mind?

    Try being aware of movement,

    The ever-flowing change that is always occurring.

    Take the body, for example.

    Even in the midst of the deepest meditation or dreamless state,

    There are infinite shifts taking place.

    Cells replace themselves; breath moves in and out; the heart beats; and so on.

    Similar processes happen across the physical world,

    From the most minute particles all the way to vaster aspects of slow relentless geologic change.

    Accepting this impermanence with equanimity

    And relinquishing the notion that this will stop in any way

    Provides a space to relax and rest with a sense of ease.

    This will also evolve but observe with detachment.

    Nothing (and everything) lasts forever. This need not cause suffering.

    Find the path to peace and joy.

  • A Horror Story (Poem-PouncePunk Art Challenge)

    This is a true story. It actually happened to me.

    I was much younger at the time, which is neither here nor there.

    Bedbugs invaded my residence. How? I never knew.

    This is still a mystery, as my home adjoined no other abode.

    I suspect I unwittingly imported them via mail but don’t know.

    While I had the house treated, I went to a cheap motel.

    I awakened the next morning with familiar bites.

    The room (and the entire motel) was similarly infested.

    Wherever you go, there you are. Changing places doesn’t always change circumstances.

    A valuable lesson, indeed.