by Carolyn White
Hungry ghosts sport big bellies and thin throats.
They crave: happiness, attention,
But even when told: How lovely, how smart,
They remain unnourished, unable to swallow.
How to feed them?
What stops their whine?
The plea in their eyes?
Don’t say surgery.
Don’t schedule a shrink.
Here’s my suggestion:
Let’s gather our families and leave our jobs
And for an hour inhabit the hungry ghost of our choice.
Quickly let’s build a house with sunlit windows,
So profligate with love bricks glow.
Now here’s the hard part:
Whatever happens, sit still.
Maybe the swelling will go down in the belly,
Maybe nectar opens the throat. No matter.
In this place of vast and stunning beauty,
One that fulfills all needs,
Let us let go urgent matters and recite together:
I am joyful.
I am wise.
Child of sunlight
How to Feed a Hungry Ghost comes from Carolyn White’s book of poems, Climbing The Bodhi Tree (One Bird Publication: 2016). Carolyn is a student of Thich Nhat Hanh and practices with the Lansing Area Mindfulness Community in Lansing, Michigan.
Did you know: Michigan is the only place in the world with a floating post office. The J.W. Westcott II is the only boat in the world that delivers mail to ships while they are still underway. They have been operating for 125 years.