Begging Bowl

Loss, grief and chaos advance;
adrift upon the sea the desperate
as structures buckle
under mounting pressure.
Dispossession, ravaged land
and the one dear boy or girl
lost to the flood;
all must be reckoned
on an inner scale never fooled
by the hard masks of pride.
The balance must be gained.
Breathe in, allow the air,
the illness sipped,
then breathing out,
given back to the aching world
one begging bowl of gratitude
from a sorely mending heart.



Oak Nest Pate de Verre glass by Linda Ethier

Oak Nest
Pate de Verre glass by Linda Ethier


12 Responses to “Begging Bowl”

  1. David Barnes says:

    Very nice Don – perfect and timely radiant poetic release!

  2. Bill Gordon says:

    Your poem, Linda’s bowl….a great combination!

  3. You’re right, Don — One breath at a time. That’s all we can do. Hard work, but healing.

  4. The light and the dark- it is all the same isn’t it.

  5. Marco says:

    Thanks for speaking for my heart. That “dear boy or girl lost to the flood” … have barely disappeared, swallowed by muddy waters, and I can’t quite release the image yet to face the day.

  6. Rose Meeker says:

    How profound, Don. Yes,
    all must be reckoned
    on an inner scale never fooled
    by the hard masks of pride
    Tender love from my mending heart to yours.

  7. Jamail says:

    Your beautiful poem speaks loudly as to world situations ahead, whether it is Orlando, Brexit, a new Prime Minister, or the confusing election here in America. looking deeply within, there are resources that come into play when we pause and not jump to hasty conclusions.

  8. David Banner says:

    So beautiful…”the begging bowl of gratitude”…poignant! And one breath at a time……

  9. Joseph Brennan says:

    As always your words and wisdom help soothe the broken planet. The last few months of your writing have spoken deeply to the myriad of issues we as a species face. Because of your insights we may all find renewed strength to find our own paths to a more enlightened existence. Thank you.

  10. Pichay says:

    Thank you, Don. I’ve been plugging holes in the dam, but I’ve just pressed my 10th finger in the last one possible, my breath tense. I look along the dam wall and….there are more….My meditation this week is about releasing my fingers from such useless ardor, deep breathing….and relaxing. The river wants free, I can hear her…and I want for her freedom.

  11. donna r heath says:

    beautifully soothing –together one breath at a time

  12. Ronnie Lim says:

    Thank you, Don.

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