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| Guru Rimpoche I was at meditation Deep in contemplation Eyes focused on empty space Suddenly I saw your face You emerged from the gloom Into my humble room I was startled and amazed While at me you serenely gazed The hair on my neck prickled Irritated and prickled I could not believe it true That right before me it was you I was filled with emotion Tears fell in deep devotion In torrents like a storm As I knelt before your form Your image stayed with me awhile And I will never forget your smile The brief encounter I will always hold dear My vision of you was crystal clear. GLENYS OLIVER-PERKIN Plan to Meditate I decided that I must Sit and meditate or bust But as in the plans of mice and men It was always a question of when I settled down, then let out a moan As I had to get up to answer the phone And so again once more I sat cross legged on the floor Then the postman knocked on the door By now my patience was worn When I heard the blare of a car horn Another person slammed the gate There went my plans to meditate! GLENYS OLIVER-PERKIN The Hermit In a cave Sits a hermit A monk named Dave And his dog, Kermit. Twenty years of meditation Twenty more of contemplation On the meaning of this life Should he smoke, or take a wife? A family would be nice of course Probably end up in divorce He decides it’s his karma To stay here and practice dharma So in a cold and draughty cave With his dog, sits hermit Dave. GLENYS OLIVER-PERKIN
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