Waka of budo adana: Possibilities

Possibilities

I sit and ponder
In early morning twilight:
Possibilities,
Hungry children, begging me:
How sad I may feed but one.

pomes of buddy don: God

God

That God is All and Everything should be
As obvious as moonlight on the plains,
Or sunlight sparkling through the dewy leaves,
Or even just the smell of morning coffee --

Not as distant as coldly winking stars,
Nor as deadly as active volcanoes,
Nor as pristine as ponds of sacred lotus,
Nor as awe-full as the calculus of pi --

But closer than can be imagined,
As real as a dying honeybee’s sting;
For with All and Everything, God must be
Even simple sinners such as You and I;

For as flowers reflect sun and rain,
Every new born babe embodies God.