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Sunday, November 8, 2009

Doris the Downy

This very silly little bird has come to live in our backyard in a birdhouse made for a chickadee that has been ravaged by another bigger woodpecker that made the big hole that's under the little hole. It's a mess! I named her Doris after my former supervisor who loved to pass the time with inane activity.
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Dharma

by Billy Collins

The way the dog trots out the front door
every morning
without a hat or an umbrella,
without any money
or the keys to her dog house
never fails to fill the saucer of my heart
with milky admiration.

Who provides a finer example
of a life without encumbrance—
Thoreau in his curtainless hut
with a single plate, a single spoon?
Ghandi with his staff and his holy diapers?

Off she goes into the material world
with nothing but her brown coat
and her modest blue collar,
following only her wet nose,
the twin portals of her steady breathing,
followed only by the plume of her tail.

If only she did not shove the cat aside
every morning
and eat all his food
what a model of self-containment she would be,
what a paragon of earthly detachment.
If only she were not so eager
for a rub behind the ears,
so acrobatic in her welcomes,
if only I were not her god.


A Poem by Anastasia Baburova

Wake up in the morning
Stretch your arms toward the sun
Say something in Chinese
And go to Paris
Every minute, somewhere in the world there is morning
Somewhere, people stretch their arms toward the sun
They speak new languages, fly from Cairo to Warsaw
They smile and drink coffee together

Fair Warning

I keep a lunatic chained
to a beam in the attic. He
is my twin brother whom
I'm trying to cheat
out of his inheritance.
It's all right for me
to tell you this because
you won't believe it.
Nobody believes anything
that's put in a poem.
I could confess to
murder and as long as
I did it in a verse
there's not a court
that would convict me.
So if you're ever
a guest overnight
in my house, don't
go looking for
the source of any
unusual sounds.

by Alden Nowlan

This is my simple religion.
There is no need for temples;
no need for complicated philosophy.
Our own brain,
our own heart is our temple;
the philosophy is kindness.

~The Dalai Lama

Our Howliday pic

Our Howliday pic
what sleigh? where??

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