Eternal Popups

Just when I'm at my lowest

you pop up in most surprising ways

flashing your instant presence

Rain drops clinging to a living leaf

Soft sound of doves cooing

Three quarter moon still hanging there

Gentle draft on my creased brow

Aroma of morning on my face

I'm not deceived O wily one

My cut-through thoughts are clear

My body tensed and raw

This world of ours is falling

and no one will be spared

I lean back from my writing place

looking through the window

to ancient meditator

framed by palm branches

and remnants of brick wall

How small you are and yet how strong

my sitting self my Buddha mind

Popup thoughts slide away

Dog sighing at my feet

Body easing into breath

scattering my unease

Just when I'm at my lowest

Eternal Popups gratefully received