Strawberries

Holding on to anger is like
grasping a hot coal with the intent
of throwing it at someone else
you are the one that gets burned.
Buddha saying.

Feeling my blood getting hot.
Hot under the collar. Red in
the face the veins extended
on my forehead, and then the breath
the focus inward knowing all this will
pass and then using empathy
I see the person or thing before me
and see the impermanence of everything.

I want to giggle in relief
seeing how close I came to falling.
It is like the man running from
the tiger and is confronted with a precipice.
Be eaten or jump decides
to jump and who is able to catch on to some
wild strawberry bush which begins to give way.
He munches the exquisite taste of
strawberries, living in the moment.

I taste those strawberries
every time I come to my senses.