It all began with
my morning cup of coffee.
I breathed in, offering thanks
for its warmth and smell.
I breathed out and noticed
the dog poop on the floor.
I breathed in and noticed
its warmth and smell.
I breathed out and tried
not to curse.
I breathed in and offered
thanks for all
pooping creatures everywhere,
but that was a stretch too far.
I breathed out
and the mess in me got up
and greeted the mess in the room
with water, soap, and paper towels.
JDG
The yard is full of
flowers of softest blue. They
like to play there too.
JDG
She sits at her post,
watching all manner of birds,
squirrels, and people come
and go. I wonder what she
makes of all this busyness?
JDG
Two monks –
one asks his abbot, “Can I smoke when I pray?”
The abbot says no.
the other asks, “Can I pray when I smoke?”
The abbot says yes.
The takeaway –
The answer we get
can depend on how we ask the question.
JDG
What was, is, and will be is present in
me, in you, and
in all things.
What if
we
paused
and asked,
as many
have, the question,
Why is there something rather than nothing?
JDG
There we stood, three kids
on the garage roof with our capes
made of bath towels.
We knew with absolute certainty,
like our super heroes , we could soar.
We leapt, landed. and learned.
Soar has a homonym.
JDG
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
“Rise and shine. Hit the deck,”
Daddy’s wake up call,
rings in memory today.
I arise but fail to shine.
Maybe later, but right now,
it’s all I can do not to growl.
That thought though,
does bring a grin.
My light already is less dim.
JDG
A scattering of
petals as April winds hail
the advent of Spring…
JDG
Sleep is tugging at
my eyelids and pulling my
head down toward my chest.
Something in me resists, but
nevertheless, Sleep insists.
JDG
