Cookies Poem by Connie Webb
Cookies
I glance at the refrigerator
I have some good principles
Taped on it
I see
“Right understanding”
Thinking
Okay, I understand
I want another cookie
So I take one.
I glance at the fridge again
I see
“Right mindfulness”
Knowing my mind
Wants me to have another cookie
So I take another one.
I glance again
Seeing
“Right effort”
And I move myself away
From the principles
Before I turn into
A
Cookie.
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4/23/2024 9:17:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Connie, I know that this is sort of personal, but I have to ask! Are you somehow related to this ' monster ' that those children talk about? B.V.A.