Sunlight streams down on the TV guide crossword
I fill in, even thought I don’t watch much TV,
so don’t know Matlock’s first name or
the number of seasons Studio One has aired.
My feet have chilled in their slipper socks;
I like the not yet thrill of completing small tasks
for a reward, as in: finish the puzzle before reheating
your coffee, soak your cup before going upstairs.
You call me to the front room to show off the couch:
spray-foamed and scrubbed, it’s white again after years
of lolling heads and popcorn, the bit-by-bit grime
of a family relaxing from- well, just living, just life.
We made these environments we cling to-
unlike the lion who accepts the zebra as meat,
or the zebra who understands he’s meat
just as much or as little as he understands
the grasses he hides in or the sky’s sickening lurch
when death comes. Does he fear it? You betcha.
Maybe he thinks about death all the time, too,
but I doubt it. We’re the species wired for that,
and our only comfort’s the world we’ve built
to fuss over, the props and affections
we mourn all the time we have them, practicing.
Biology is the way, Pearl. That’s the easy one.
when heart and mind are full, we realize the extraordinary and surprising ways of our days….
inquiry for today~ how does empathy play into all that you notice? into the deeper crevices of the mundane and the ordinary moments?
Watching a spider at work
I vow with all beings
to cherish the web of the universe:
touch one point and everything moves.
~Robert Aitken Roshi