Forbidden Scribbles**
on a Vipassana Retreat
Lying in Buddha posture
Outside I hear geese
Like me flying home
*
First Buds of Spring
Bird rustles in the underbrush
Can you ask a poet not to sing?
*
Old lady nods off
Drooping head signals torpor
Lion awakes without fail
*
Are clouds sky--sky clouds?
Where are you mind?
I looked everywhere and can’t find you
*
Cars rush, Ocean of Dharma***
Squeaky door, cat’s meow
What’s real?
**Generally one is discouraged from writing or reading on a traditional Vipassana retreat. These mosty composed in my head outdoors during retreat, then jotted down on scraps of paper
***Part of my Bodhisattva name
***Part of my Bodhisattva name
