Buddhist Monk Sits


Buddhist monk sits

In front of the Buddha effigy he meditates

Along comes a morally impoverished soul

Who spits on the effigy and does not hesitate

He looks at the monk

Awaiting for a reply

“You spit I pray” says the monk

Without turning a blind eye

The moral of this story

Those who try to spit at heaven

The spittle does not defile the target

But comes back down upon his own vile facial expression

DCG

My Reflections as a Younger Man


We are young

Open to the world before us

What opportunities do we recognize?

What do we find superfluous?

We test the waters

Sometimes we take a risk

Sometimes our reality check

Burns us to a crisp

In light of these facts

I’ve enjoyed these times even more

My reflections as a younger man

Seeking this life to explore

Never forget

This passion to live

In the decades that will pass

There will be much for us to forgive

Keep the fire burning

At the sight of our dusk

Surely the sun will rise again

Let not the heart turn to husk

Leave behind what is not useful

Live today as if it was your last

Like the memories of myself as a younger man

I loved having no qualms of my past

DCG

My Temptress of Circumstance


I have my flaws

I somehow understand yours

I look beyond the surface

I’m in the club of empathetic entrepreneurs

Is this my curse?

Not choosing well with whom I may fall?

We’ve crossed this line before

Look at that, oh what a squall

Despite what should be my better sense

I forgive and move on

Still I want to fill my heart

Wanting you by my side in the dawn

I’m asking the questions

That makes me look at my reality

What do I posit?

What makes me an enlistee?

I understand my vulnerability

I understand my strong features

I may not make the right play

But I’m certain I won’t be on the bleachers

There is something more I see

Than you are willing to let on

This is why I wait

This is why I fawn

Part of me knows this as fact

Part of me knows this dance

What will become of this?

My temptress of circumstance

DCG

 

The Danger of Misplaced Trust


In times we feel deeply

In times we know

A warning from one who has suffered

The severed ear of Vincent Van Gogh

Reach out to others

Cast out the demons you possess

Don’t be bedeviled by an inner voice

That drives you to aggress

We are creatures of habit

We have many opportunities to mend

Don’t throw away a life

If you are not willing to bend

The difference of opinion

We face on many fronts

Must be dealt with

But only one time we must confront

The danger of tyranny

The danger of misplaced trust

The danger of losing our liberty

Dispel the power that some people lust

DCG