Perhaps I will try one more time
to run away from my dissatisfaction,
despite what the Buddha tells me.
I’d like to linger just a bit longer
at the breakfast table
amid striped pyjamas and cereal crumbs;
replace the broken panes of glass
in the porch and attic windows
to hold back the winter chill —
to sit
and leave space for two breaths
instead of one.
bussokuseki 
after the replacement of broken glass … a gift of three, maybe four breaths amidst family and self
Three and four and maybe five…before I become greedy and want them all… Be well, Brenda.
Honest and beautiful poem.
Groetjes, Francina
Thank you Francina, always. Honest and beautiful comments, always. Be well this day~
.”two breaths….” or perhaps more. Equal parts contemplative and calming.
Thank you Eric. Yes, perhaps more, perhaps. Be well this day~
sticky sitting; stepped on chewing gum sitting
sitting nonetheless…or not sitting.
my story
the Buddha offered suggestions
try them out
trial and error
often finding,
experientially,
truth
wonderful…wonderfully true. Thank you, be well this day~