It’s A Wonderful Life

An Xmas poem from a Buddhist, contraindicated,

maybe, but not,  because the generosity and goodwill

of the season of Christian intent is what Buddhists

strive for all year long.

My poems are my gifts for all for free, whomever

you may be, not expecting anything in return because 

for one thing unrealistic, that’s about it, but, hey,

it’s better than a stocking full of coal, at least you’ll

grant me that. Value doesn’t always mean material.

What are my best wishes for you all?

Will you wake up, for goodness sakes?

Realize you’re part of nature, not just

a machine that runs down like an old jalopy?

Look around…life is the biggest gift you’ll

get, if you can unwrap the present and see

what you’ve been given. Everyone knows

that, no matter how pretty the packaging,

the point is what’s inside.

I’ll tell you what…as you enjoy a Xmas

feast, whatever you do this time of year,

appreciate that it doesn’t have to be a

holiday to enjoy life, discover what it is,

it can happen all year long, every day a

new discovery, maybe better than a rut,

maybe a better point of view, so that 

when the unexpected arises, as it always

does, you don’t react with shock and fear,

my Xmas gift to you.