PRACTICE

It always seems odd that the teacher
asks me to think about my practice
when the heart of my practice is learning
how not to always think about things.
But the heart of practice is exactly
these oddities, for nothing is exact.
In the fourth vow I strive to attain
the great way of Buddha, but I know,
as the Heart Sutra reminds me, that
there is “not even wisdom to attain,
attainment, too, is emptiness.”
And so I sit in confusion each day,
and bits of delusion fall away,
like the hair on my ever balding scalp.

SIGNS OF AGE

1.
I wrote a note
to remind me
to remind you
of that thing
you didn’t want
to forget, but
I can’t remember
where I put it.
Have you seen it?

2.
I am rapidly
approaching that point
when counting black hairs
on my head is easier
then counting years.

3.
This year I finally
remembered your birthday, now
if I could only think
of your name.

4.
In the mall last week
I walked excitedly
into “The Body Shoppe”
only to find they
don’t sell replacement parts.