Ink Stain

This ink stain isn't mine. 

I don't use pens.

Much.

Make up

with me over my "make over".

These are just some of the tools
of torture they used to give me this

ghastly "shag". I think I prefer the 5 blade "pixie" I got last time.

You can begin your amends
by serving up cookies and meatly bones.

You'll know you are forgiven when the look in my eye softens.

Dog Psalm #22

My Friend Buddha said:

"The thought manifests as the word;

The word manifests as the deed;

The deed develops into habit;

and habit hardens into character.

So watch the thought and its ways with care,

And let it spring from love

Born out of concern for all beings."

This I try to practice every day, again and again

with an abundance of self forgiveness 

for my many frailties and failings.

This is how I make my peace.

Snow is Joy

Surrounding, abounding Joy.

Joy covering every thing -

every sorrow, every hurt

every branch and blade of grass.

Floating and piling,

pelting out Joy.

In crunchy steps,

That quiet hush,

The sloshy slush,

Announcing, insisting on Joy.

Snow is a shower of

Grace or Forgiveness.

Presenting us with

new realities,

perspectives and possibilities.

SNOW

 

How I Love Thee.