sawing summer’s big old cut tree limbs for tonight’s fire
making little ones out of big ones - reminds me of prison work
except that’s with rocks -
chop chop chopping some wood on a frosty morning
hot cocoa waiting inside
I would have carried water to complete the old Buddhist saying
but I didn’t have a bucket, (hole in it or not)
got a large popcorn tin, you know the kind you might get for Christmas
when somebody don’t know what to get you
in my meditation hut---I keep a blanket inside for cold days
it just occurred to me that I haven’t had to use it for years
but today is definitely a day for it
low temperatures=high intake of hot coffee
finally getting around to wearing some of the Christmas gifts like some new boots
a couple of blue flannel shirts, and a knit hat
now’s the time of the year to use them
when no one was looking I threw myself on the ground and slid down a hill in the snow
alas, there’s no truth in sunny days
the realness is in the rain and snow
and the cold wind that blow
I like to meditate in the forest
but when I can’t get there, I light a candle and open a bottle of pine-sol
use that great pretend mind of mine to pretend
and there I am, among the pines, firs, and cedars
