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  • Bowing To The Bones (Poem-Feb 1 PouncePunk Art Challenge)

    These days I live close to the bone.

    This is no mere phrase.

    The face that looks at me from the mirror

    Is ever older and gives a glance of skull;

    The body that moves or not

    Is ever thinner and juts with skeletal outline.

    I could say this be not my choice,

    Citing illness and age.

    But we all face this end,

    Whatever the appearance.

    No amount of flesh or care or luck will spare us.

    So I cherish my circumstance as valuable,

    A visible reminder not to waste my time.

  • She Wanted My Heart (Poem)

    Once, long ago, she wanted my heart.

    I gave her a cup of tea and a poem.

    She tied a cord of red thread around my wrist

    And wept before she left.

    What did that mean?

  • Bodhichitta Heart (Poem)

    Do not ask for my heart; I have already given it.

    Freely; willingly; with abandon. To you, yes, but also to:

    The friend who calls from a distant land;

    The neighbor who visits over the fence;

    The postman who offers a friendly wave;

    The stranger who walks down the street.

    For these and many others, I have cast my devotion and regard,

    Wanting each to be happy, at ease, free from suffering, and joyful.

    So again, do not ask for my heart.

    Know that you have it already and help spread it through the world.