backyard altar
-- dAVE
trapped by a rat
not by
cunning
or delicious cheese
not fervid curiosity
caught by
the long-tailed
intrusion
of thoughts
going
awry
scurrying fear
of change
red-eyed
urge to grab
onto the
nearest
big tree
and hold
on
for dear life
thoughts
that
swirl
like
clouds
hummingbird chitters
I sit
see hear feel
breath
see hear feel
breath
swirl
late on Saturday morning I marvel
at my son's broad and angular shoulders
which look more like my own every day
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is it hubris
or humility
to believe such art lives inside of me?
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A poem inspired by Rumi's many images of falcons.
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forty-one Buddhas
in black
still as statues
looking inward
toward the center
of the circle
which breathes
as it is breathed
dust motes twinkling
in the sunlight
wisp of incense
painting portraits
glint of silver
on the altar
spiders bowing
crawling kinhin
air dims down
quiet
quiet
speech no words
thoughts race
fall away
for a moment
or two
then wink and nod
bell rings
meditation
never ends
the long loving
look into
depth
still
as
statues
forty-
one
Buddhas
in
black
--dave klaus 9.25.14