Buddha’s Poetry for Maggie

At Oklahoma City’s “Treasure-Tower SGI-USA Community Center,” I met Maggie (one of the daughters of another community-member). She writes poetry, and has heard that I do also.

Though what I have posted here before may ‘flow’ like “prose,” there are attributes to ‘poetry’ that I do not typically employ (rhythm, rhyme, etc…. and yes, et cetera is probably an actual ‘poetry-attribute’).

So–as Maggie now expects to see ‘poetry’ at this address–I am now ‘inspired’ to compose some poetry.

Funny Word, “Inspired”

When I say ‘inspired,’ I don’t mean it in the same way as most young men are ‘inspired to poetry.’ ;);) Though I’m sure her smiling jewel-eyes will inspire the right man to poetry, I here mean ‘gravitationally compelled toward the option (as if I signed a contract saying it’s the option I would take)’ when I say ‘inspired to.’

In other words: Even though I am writing this “for Maggie,” I am not writing this “about only-Maggie.” While I might be thinking of Maggie, I might also be thinking of Vanessa Montagne, Helen Hunt, Kelley Jean, Scarlett Johansson, Dolly Parton, Amy Ackerman, Jenna Jameson, Pamela Anderson or any other healthy daughter-of-Eve.

Walking on Water

He closes his eyes,
For He knows where the stones are—
The stones at the lake where He spends all His days.
It’s no big surprise
(to Him) He walks so far,
For He know all the myst`ries of Divine Love’s Ways.

That’s how I like to write poetry—one-motto-at-a-time. (Even fitting those six lines together took two sittings of three lines each!

Gummy Granny

Granny Gracie and corn-on-the-cob
Biting when kernels won’t break from the rod …
Keep doing that and you’ll lose all your teeth;
And no more kernelled cobs will your `toofers un-sheath!

Tornado Warning: Then It Is So

If I should die,
Then die I shall,
For so it goes … though living’s better.
And if friends cry,
Or don’t at all,
The only thing’s “the ground’s not wetter!”

But “to my safe place” I won’t go,
For that won’t help the saviors find me.
As harsh rain falls and coarse winds blow,
I’ll raise the call, ‘Leave doubt behind thee!’

Circle of Faith

They say, “Faith is Blind,”
But that’s just in beginning—
In taking steps closer to Middle Way’s Flow.
But–childhood behind
And the progress-hounds barking–
We must evolve patience to wait `til goals show!

I’m sure there’ll be more poetry-for-Maggie (and/or –for little-sis Gracie), which I’ll add here. If I add enough, I’ll put it all in a book (after I compile/write the autobiography my friend Don [people’s friend, gourmet James’ dad] advises me to publish!)