Those two mourning doves
sat in the road before me.
Their conversation
must have been intense because
even as my car
drew near they stayed. Did they each
want to have the final word?
JDG
Category Archives: poetry form – choka or naga-uta
Loving Kindness 101
I’m a beginner,
that’s for sure. In my practice
today, I was asked
to bring to mind someone who
irritated me
and to specifically name
the irritation.
” She always believes she’s right,”
I thought and then had
to laugh out loud, knowing she
is me. I sent us
both some loving kindness for
this trait we jointly share.
JDG
A Moving Reminder
They’re right when they say,
“No matter where you go, there
you are.” When I moved
my office, sure enough, there
I was, neurotic
as ever, well, maybe not
as ever, but with
work still to do – reminding
me to practice what I preach.
JDG
The Price of Egress
Tired of riding
inner merry-go-rounds which
have a whole lot of
movement but take me nowhere.
And what about that
familiar inner seesaw,
not to mention the
collective roller coaster?
What is it going
to take for me to finally
leave this unamusement park?
JDG
Lost In A Mirage
Unable to see
the oasis right before
us, lost as we are in a
mirage of fear and
discontent, we curl up in
a closed off ball of
disconnection and miss what’s
green and thriving just ahead.
JDG
A Possible Remedy
I don’t know what he
was trying to say, but that
woodpecker kept on
pecking at our window. I
tried telling him “no”
but, like telemarketers,
he kept coming back
until our cat, Murphy, had
had enough and glared
at him through the window, I
wish she could FaceTime
those other frequent callers.
Who knows? We may find a way.
JDG
What Calls
Is the grass greener
over there beyond this hill?
Is that why some trek
to distant hills while others,
content with the green
before them, stay behind… or
are they answering
a call that has nothing to
do with either food or green?
JDG
