Cookies

I always say . . .

I will take these cookies 

And they will 

Last all week 

I will measure them out 

So many each day 

And have great willpower 

About it

I hesitate to mention 

how many times 

I have had this same plan . . .

I hesitate to admit 

That now, on the first day 

Of contemplation 

There are only 

     A few left 

And those will do 

For 

After dinner 

However I do not despair 

About this 

For in my great wisdom 

I know -

     That

I have 

     Lots more things 

Of so much greater importance 

     To despair 

Much more deeply 

     About 

Bored Already

At the retreat

The worldly mind wonders 

     Why I come here 

Mine and others too -

Well 

What do you do 

There ? 

Just to meditate and walk 

And watch 

Deer walk by 

And squirrels climb 

To the sky 

To hear the rain drops 

Fall

From the high trees 

As the squirrels 

Disturb 

The leaves 

And a family of deer walk by 

Mom and dad and two young 

Adolescents 

After a meditation 

Such things 

Seem to have

     deep meaning . . .

Back in town 

It is hard to 

Slow down 

Enough to hear 

The wind in the trees 

And 

The birds call 

The freeway roar 

Tends to wash away 

Whatever quiet 

The mind has 

     Aspired to 

But here

The loudest sound 

Is in my head 

Complaining of being bored 

Already