“Meditating to a Boab Tree”
I’d like to be
a boab tree,
sitting like a Buddha
in the sand.
Firmly planted, well grounded,
legs folded under.
Placid, contented,
Peace-bestowing, safe.
All-Knowing.
Rounded belly,
empty to receive
“Come into me.”
Many arms
– up to Heaven,
and fruit-laden
for us around.
No striving.
Sitting, surviving.
Quietly evolving,
Meditating.