Practice

Walking back and forth

In the meditation hall,

I practice seeing.

My gaze lands

Upon a plant by the window—

Its warm, green tongues

Licking me all over.

I feel the tug

To reach,

To touch,

To delight,

To bathe inside

Its emerald pleasure.

Oh, let me take this little being and

Prop her up on my window sill at home,

So we can keep dancing.

But then I remind myself:

Practice seeing.

Practice

Loving

This world

Without trying to own it.