Have ambition and ego ruined my life? Where have my easy days gone? If only I had a monk friend to wander off into the mountains to visit. If only I were so idle I had time to visit him. If only we could while away the day drinking tea, playing flutes, and talking. If only, as the moon rose, my friend could point the way home through the dark mountains with the night sky’s lantern to light the way. If only I were happy with only that. by David Budbill in The Sun https://www.thesunmagazine.org/issues/494/poetry-by-david-budbill-1
Bugs in a Bowl –
Han Shan, that great and crazy, wonder-filled Chinese poet of a thousand years ago, said:
We’re just like bugs in a bowl. All day going around never leaving their bowl.
I say, That’s right! Every day climbing up
the steep sides, sliding back.
Over and over again. Around and around.
Up and back down.
Sit in the bottom of the bowl, head in your hands,
cry, moan, feel sorry for yourself.
Look around. See your fellow bugs.
Say, Hey, how you doin’?
Say, Nice Bowl!
Image from: http://www.davidbudbill.com/
Bug images from: http://www.howpins.com/2017/05/10/get-rid-spiders/
Hope you see the good in your bowl. Aloha, Renée