Higher Power

we rarely speak
of God that
him her force
lives in heaven
forests oceans everywhere

we pray to
be always in
good stead with
each moment where
light is ours

this karma knowing
watching to see
if we are
truly in his
image like clouds

floating peace through
sky we try
meditating while walking
the quiet path
of constant love

and one day
may we arrive
wherever there is
union with all
that ever was

Jedi Knight

I never used to think I could
become a Jedi Knight,

that Yoda even existed on
a screen was unfathomable,

small hero with big ears,
fierce teeth, and what was

the force anyway? But that
was before I learned George Lucas

was Buddhist Methodist, the way
we all are something inside,

waiting to be revealed, like
Plato’s Cave said, and here

I am on a Friday night writing,
a quiet Sabbath, blue ink

lightsaber in my hand.

Buddhist Dog

She squirms, arches belly up, 
scratch me, love me, don’t forget me
Eyes and eyelashes, wise and long, 
this one-year old furry seer, knows 
if you are kind. Sometimes I ignore her 
paws clawing at the sky, asking important
questions. How can you focus on 
anything more than me, than this 
moment, do you see me, really see me? 
Here I am, I love you. Where’d you go? 
Did you forget? 
You are me too.