Peace

seeking inner peace-
silently blessing all those
who would do me ill
–
approaching dawn-
tea and birdsong
refills my soul

a golden buddha
in quiet contemplation
half buried in snow
–
gentle snow-
singing bowls
fall silent

the telephone rings-
it seems you and I still have
unfinished business
–
woolen socks and
warm apple cider-
my phone in a drawer

the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return
–
the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana

longing for the time
when there is no one to please
and nowhere to be
–
cherished,
those few minutes
between calls

The warmth of a hearth
While rain clatters off the roof
Sets the mind at ease.