Bad Poem

On occasion, I find a poem jumping out of me. Most often, this happens concurrent with meditation, either a sitting or a retreat. I call this my Bad Poetry. This is simply truth in advertising. I've never been trained on this business, so it's best if I'm completely honest about what this is.

Here's a recent poem. Enjoy! --Margaret

Practice noticing

Practice noticing,

Things will change.

Can’t say what,

Unpredictable range.

Noticing breath,

Hard to stay.

Noticing hard,

Back in play.

Noticing body,

What is this?

More I look,

More there is.

Noticing mind,

What a show!

Here, then there,

Where I go!

Noticing good,

Also bad.

Which is which?

All a fad.

Practice noticing,

All things go,

When it’s still,

What’s to know?

only noticing,

get the whole

all in all.

this is all.

That is all.

The Tree of Life

"There are two ways through life: the way of nature and the way of grace. You must choose which one to follow."

This is just a short post to invite you to a movie that attempts, in a vastly elegant and precise way, to point to that which I stumble around and mostly trip over on this blog. Please see this movie, to  remember that you are always making this choice.

This Friday night, July 15, White Mountain Sangha is encouraging people in the central NH area to attend either the 5:15 or 8:15 showings of The Tree of Life, at Red River Theatres on Main St., Concord. We'll meet between shows in the lobby to smile, shake each other's hand or hug. We may not have much to say. The movie says it all.

Here's the non-review I wrote for the Concord Monitor:

http://bit.ly/ptTgQ9

And here's a great link, if you need more incentive:

http://www.twowaysthroughlife.com/

I love you all.
Margaret