Rabbit Reverie

Rabbit Reverie

I can’t help but wonder
Coffee in hand
What the whitetail thinks.
Submerged in a patch of hop clover
Sharing it with the morning bees,
Is it lost in the wonder of such fortune?

It looks to think it is invisible
In its solitary motionless meditation
Hunkered down, vanished in the moment
Unseen to predators
As a mound of grey and white.

Does it retreat deep into itself
In a quiet reverie
Still in its own reality
Still as it knows to be
A practice tried and true?

And then in an instant of its wise choosing
It breaks from its retreat with a twitch of the nose,
Lifts a clover from the ground
And chews.

-P.Sanderson

Stepping into the Unknown

A caterpillar quickly walks by
my morning meditation,
Compelled by forces that are secreted
from the casual observer.

What do I know of you?
That you are a white and black ghost
Of late summer
Foreshadowing things to come.
That you are playing your part
Spontaneously, yet
Well rehearsed,
Guided by a deeper knowledge
Inherited over countless generations,
And that you will soon be something quite different
Changing effortlessly, so it seems
As your destiny requires of you.
No preparations,
Nor choices,
No fears
Of what is to become of you,
Nor anything beyond simply doing
The next given thing.

You are the Buddha bug
Stepping into the unknown.