Camino del conejo

Rabbit road

Dream Spanish

Is an interesting language.

I must remember enough

From high school.

Last night I followed

A bike path

Named

Camino del conejo

Around and around

A lake,

An endless loop.

I did not see any rabbits.

The loop itself

Was endless.

Donde esta el conejo?

Donde??

Maybe one more loop around

I will see

That rabbit.

Mining our hearts

It is tempting to grab an idea from the Internet on how to live a Holy Lent. I catch myself saying What a good idea. I'll do that!

So many good ideas 

On how to live

A Holy Lent;

So many good ideas

Yet the best one

For me

For you

Must be mined

From the heart.

So tempting

To refrain from meat

When one is already

A vegetarian;

So tempting

To give up chocolate

When one does not have

A sweet tooth;

So tempting

To proclaim to the world

Our holiness

When really

We have barely begun

To walk that path.

We have each

Barely begun.                                

So many good ideas

Yet we must each

Mine our own hearts.

Gold leaves

More steps in gold leaves.

I wake and wonder

What next steps

I shall take,

What next steps

I shall put off

For now.

I know

They will come later.

I am on the road

To Oz.

Gold leaves

Cover the front walk.

My companions are often

Unlikely.

I am on the road

To Somewhere.

Gold leaves

Blanket the front walk

And yes

The back yard

As well.

Which door

Shall I use?

My companions offer

Different possibilities.

They search

For brains

For courage

For heart.

Gold leaves show us

The way.

We

All of us

Search for Home.