Descent

Light at the edge of earth
                                           expands.

Blue dust piles, swirls at sky foot.

Flown far now, from heat and filth.

Bonny bonny banks of BC beckon.

Waiting to see Rinpoche

Soft cantation spheres
        glow, radiate from these chocolate walls
Sapphire and turquoise butterfly
        flits above lizard lawn.
Dog patrol trots through
        brick yard rust.
Mahindra tractor, bright red with glittering flags,
        bumps dusty wagon full sand.
Six men follow, five in black pants,
        two topping pink head scarves.
Lusty dove coos woo
        near Sujata Bye Pass.


We wait, flapping incense wind.
I sit next to Aku, reposed in grace.
        his robes maroon and peach
        he swirls beige Mani fan
                        embossed with blossoms
                        encircling a man and a woman.


I ate full potato curry roti egg masala
chai breakfast shortly ago.
But my stomach pits, heart wobbles.


I had not courage to see my guru.
Courage supplied by Aku's serene bearing
                             and Goddess Tara's
                                    bright brown eyes.

Waiting for the Ganachakra

Waiting for final Ganachakra
              pregnant caress of fecal perfumed
              breeze is welcome
              in this happy bake patio
              where yellow dog heaves ribs
              six times a second.

Many money showers from fingers
              of our jet borne retinue,
              clad in flowing drapes:
                            white cotton
                            red cotton
              swirling round maroon bastion.

Time is now shimmering, on boil's verge
              this mandala will soon scatter
              the soft toothy boy monk troupes
              will again have these pattering grounds
              evacuated.
              Foreign murmur tongue
              hushed.

              This heart red dream
              vanished.

Outdoor Dharma Patio Lounge

Here at Earth's fulcrum, baking
         the homeless puppy pants on right side
                                                    in dust hollow
                                                    beneath parasol trees
                                                    strung with wind horse
                                                    and Christmas wires.

This is the outdoor Dharma patio lounge.

We Dharma seekers seek respite
                                 from knife knee Dharma
                                 talk.

Rinpoche sits fully present, unbudged,
                       golden Buddha relaxed in poise.
While audience fidgets and shuffles
                       cross my legs then re-cross then
                       fold one under then switch
                       back crick not easing
                       eyes drooping down
                       mini dull slumber
                       wake then strain
                       to hear through layers of echoes
                       and bird chatter.

Dogument shrieks lash court yard.

Shoo, dog.
Let me be.