THE CIGARETTE

When it finally 
happens
when we move 
from head to heart

a swell of emotions

sweeps over us

rushing us

like the tide

to the shore

and we sigh

a great sigh

of release 

and relief.

It is then that

the heart says

wryly to the body:

Was that as good for you

as it was for me?

And, without missing

a beat, the body answers:

Yes. Now! can we have

that cigarette?

 CREATING A CLEARING

Dense 

with dead wood.

Limbs

so sharp

they could gouge

out any eye - 

or tear the flesh

from the neck 

and arms

if one tried

to walk through

its impenetrable

tangle. This was

the kind of thicket

that got worked

today. With long

-handled loppers,

bow saws,

and bare hands,

branch after branch

came down,

all of it then

gathered into heaps

of dry debris

that got

 hauled away -

like the unwanted

bones that kept

a bitter heart

in the dark.

When we meditate,

when we breathe

into the thicket 

inside, we create

a clearing, a space

we can easily enter

like the one that got

made today.

Havens like this

welcome us,

big-bellied 

and bright,

like Buddhas 

into the light.

RIPPLES

A question

asked simply,

plainly, in a room

full of pain,

can land

like a stone

in still waters.

The ripples 

that follow

are the voices

ready to finally speak

through long-held 

silences, silences

that protected nothing

but only kept secrets 

secret and safety unsafe.

HANDS FREE

Take your hands 
off the wheel,
so the circle

can be a circle

again and free

of your meddling

grip, so the road

can be a path

that contains

all directions

at once 

and what is

carrying you

forward - yes, 

forward - can be

a transport

you can't control,

that you simply

must trust

is taking you

to where you need

to go and at

the speed necessary

for the journey

you're on. Don't

be surprised

once your hands

are free, if 

a red-breasted 

sparrow comes

tapping

at your passenger-

side window

chirping its

seasoned song.

This won't be

any ordinary sparrow,

though. It will be 

an ancestor

coming to you

with a message: I am 

here, beside you, son.

I will be your guide,

if you let me.

I have wings,

yes wings, for

the both of us, 

so long as

you keep

your hands free

of the wheel.