Saturday, February 13, 2010

Wet Dog

A wet and whiny stray dog.
Some days clean and bright, other days a mess.
Soggy, I may snap.
Or I may defend you.
Pat my head, I am your friend.
I sleep on your porch and sometimes run away when you approach.
I'm glad you are there.
I fear you see me only as ugly-dog, unkempt, crude.
I sniff an old bag of chips outside the temple wall,
And sit, in dog zazen, to listen to the chanting, 'till a flea bites, and I am scratching-scratching.
Watch my shiny eyes as they follow a falling cherry blosom.
Even I have buddha-nature.

6 comments:

Barry said...

Woof, woof!

Jeremy said...

nice! :)

Lauren said...

Barry, - "Yap"

Jeremy, - thanks.

Uku said...

Lovely! Woof, woof indeed! Thanks, Lauren!

Peter said...

Lauren,

Nice one!

Peter

單存 said...

每個人生命中都可能遇到貴人,這些貴人不一定真的尊貴,他可能是陌生人,也可能是你的敵人。 ..................................................