Two Songs for Buddha

1. Preparation

She cleans around the altar
Polishes Buddha's shoulders
And blows away incense dust
Fills the bowls with fresh water
And arranges flowers—
Soon her teacher will come.

2. The Retreatant

Life has its rhythms
Finally I have carved my own
I dream of waking
And open my eyes
Filled with fire
Wanting only
To return to my essence.

     

Copyright 2011 Arya F. Jenkins