Bare Branch Bodhicitta

Meditate on whatever provokes resentment.

—Chogyam Trungpa

mice ate the organic soap,

the new tires are low on air,

reading glasses scratched

more white temple hairs

flags of the fascist party still flying

evictions, hunger, violence, caste domination

the plow brought down peace flags

while clearing & salting the road—

indoors too much, sitting too long,

the screen too far removed from love

inequality proliferates,

democracy deteriorates

sitting practice contemplates

the waterfalling of mind

mice also ate all the winter garden

topping the kale & cabbage

tunneling through arugula & lettuce

squirrels are steadily chewing

holes in the chestnut wood barn

patience is the long light

laying over the land

returning to sensation

formation, consciousness

everything is hungry

we vow

our share

of moon