Rutabaga Buddha

He’s begging for food as I am

Eating my good rutabaga stew!

Blessed by Devas green,

Both nutty and sweet,

The taste is obscene.

Kale, deep green,

with black beans shining,

Chunks of cherry tomatoes left from summer simmering.

Thyme and onions-carefully dried wisdom knows,

The Stone Buddha from the garden altar glows.

Serenity and simple pleasures are mine-

Watching the rain wash our sins away,

wash our carbon memories away,

wash the pain and angst away.

A wind fills the emptiness,

Snow falls as sacred silence-

A silver tone sounds.