MEDITATION

Breathing in and out,

Buddha’s hand lies gently on my heart.

And he whispers to me;

“Nothing to do, but sit and listen

as all this unfolds”.

And the birds fly low,

as the leaves turn to gold.

The distant murmur of traffic,

somewhere else.

And here I sit, nothing to do,

But sit and listen,

as all this unfolds..

MARGARET FORD 2005

WHAT IS THIS?

What is this?

Life beating slowly away,

wondering what is this? what is all of this?

Too many years looking for me,

asking why and how to live,

searching for something that was never there,

and finding only tears,

smiles, laughter and love,

still wondering,

what is this?

A winter tree outside my window,

bare and fragile, its branches reaching for the sky,

like me, searching and trying to hold what isn't there.

I wonder if it also asks:

what is this, what is all of this?

MARGARET FORD 2006

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