Seven o'clock on a Sunday morning.
I am dancing around the bedroom, mostly naked, holding a baby like a football.
I sing "Johnny Todd," "Clementine," and "She Loves You" in the morning light.
The baby's arms and legs bounce, and little spit bubbles form on his lips.
He smiles at papa and goes to read a book while I make my way to the kitchen to find something for breakfast. We have one egg and a large quantity of dry cereal.
Papa still hasn't found the Father's Day card hidden in the baby's crib.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Powered by WebRing.
A personal, practical search for what was never lost: the sanctity of each moment; the profound presence of the physical body; the kindliness of the human heart; the interreflections of psyche and nature.
What Is It?
This blog spans many years of personal inquiry, from early days as a lay Zen trainee at an American Zen Monastery, to more recent times as a Dharma practitioner and parent in suburbia.
The latest offerings aren't exactly poems. I am just trying to tell the truth in the simplest way I know how, paying attention to phrasing and the sounds of language.
All text © 2013 unless attributed otherwise. Do not use without permission.
Eye of Shu
www.flickr.com
This is a Flickr badge showing items in a set called Buddhist Artwork. Make your own badge here.
No comments:
Post a Comment