Final Tenancy - For The Pub Landlord’s Son

How light is the day

Without a trouble to care for

How far is the sight

From there to the seashore

How human the slight

When choosing the decor

How high flies the kite

When we opened the White Door

How the aircraft offered delight

To follow the marks on the cabin floor

No more panic, or freeze, or fight, or flight

Nothing stored away as then with the rip-roar

 

It Ain’t Heavy - It’s My Computer

Don’t follow the conversation

Return to your own thoughts

Don’t listen to the singer

Write out your own lyrics

Don’t look at the bald man

Typing on his laptop

Think of your own programmes

On the luggable Mac

Yes, cast back to the graphs

Which you thought told the story

Think of the colour wheel

Where you believed in contrasting colours

Do not focus on the small memory

Or your complete data wipe-out

Think that you too can stroke

Your overgrown facial hair

  

Impatient - Moving On

Even today

I have continued the habit

Of starting the next task

Before finishing the last

I hadn’t completed the poetry

When I decided to go into town

I had not typed up the darkness

When I thought to chase the light

Also, I didn’t pack the iPhone

Into my shoulder bag

So these past four thousand steps

Will not be counted

But hey ho

The caramel waffles

Settled the score

Before the match had even started

 

First Day Induction - Final Day Ceremony

The day of the novice

With a new life

Of dedication ahead

How to take this step

To enter into another family

What to leave behind

Stood on the wooden floor

Listening to the sound of the meditation bell

Watching the cremation’s wood burning

Thinking of love

Of all the love known

Of all the love gifted and given

How to take the next step

To find a new mind for memory

To visualise a subtle sublime emptiness

Stood on the mother earth

Listening to the breath

The in-breath and the out-breath

Thinking of love

Of all of the loving kindness

On this day, and the coming days ahead

 

Mindful - Joyful

On this day you passed away

You, Thich Nhat Hahn

My second grandfather

Called

In your 95th year

A new end to your meditations

Calm, Ease, Smile, Breathe

Present moment

Beautiful moment

Breathe

Breathe in

Breathe, breathe out