Day eight in the Big Buddha House,
and all is well.
There’s jam on my toast,
and my drink is swell;
and even the rota,
says I’m free ‘til the bell.
Sat on the cushion,
meditation’s not pushin’
my buttons today,
all is calm for a change,
Mental weather is clement,
and nothing to lament,
in the Big Buddha House today.
Prostration – not frustratin’
and the bruise on my knee,
nearly gone thankfully,
and the muscles in my tum’
no longer undone;
I can launch with abandon,
then horizontal to standin’ –
not bad for an old bird like me!
Then the talks – they inspire,
and my mind is on fire,
with ideas and with thoughts,
with a passion they course,
and my heart it does swell,
and I’m leaning as well,
Yes! These things they call ethics,
are quite deep and complex,
let’s leave it at that, just for now…
Oh – the food is sublime,
as I sit down to dine.
Delia is surpassed!
Skilful cooks make repast,
and the smells in the steam,
am I sensing Tajine,
in the Big Buddha House today?
And then there’s our dorm,
floor two, number one,
where sisters in Dharma,
sleep safe, warm, and calm;
and I have to confess
though my bed is a mess,
and my corner’s a state,
we three, are good mates,
in our cosy warm dorm -
floor two, number one.
Day eight in the Big Buddha House,
and all is well.
There’s jam on my toast,
and my drink is swell;
and even the rota,
says I’m free ‘til the bell.
© The Big Buddha House 22.11.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Raven, with her hood down, meditating. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
