Full of Beans
Vin
is…
is a cup of love made from a
chewed tin
glowing
with sunshine’s reflection
is
survival on a stick
has a
wiper blade thick lick
is
satin and sinew
unconditional
through and through
is
under the protection
of
angels and knows a resurrection
especially our Lady Guadelupe,
Lady
of Mercy, Mother of Pups,
is a
Zen Monk in disguise,
full of beans, and Satori-wise
*Title in reference to Mary Oliver’s poem, Self-Portrait
Beach Boy
He loves the beach most of all
There is nothing to run into, no obstacles
Just smells for miles, distinguished
Scents of kelp, brine, and jellyfish
in
the distance
Nose flared, ears perked like tents,
twitching at the gull squawks overhead
Sandpipers skipping to their allegro melody
He can’t see the pelicans’ kamikaze dive,
scoop their stew of fish in fishnet bills
but he can feel the sun warm his black shiny coat
infinite microscopic crystals, rocks a million years
old
give under his pads like earth’s memory foam
does he recognize the same stardust he’s made of?
ground coral, ocean floor mysteries
Vinny thinks the beach is the best
he can have sandy paws, pause to dig in his claws
Circle wherever and however he likes
because this beach has no leash laws,
just
boundless freedom, zero flaws
Brave
Illumination
Brothers
from different mothers,
Vinny
and Aloka walk a similar path.
Every
day a vow of peace.
Every
day a new chance for compassion.
Aloka,
a stray from India, found and rescued.
Vinny,
a stray from Mexico, found and saved.
“Aloka”
is Pali for illumination.
“Valentin”
is Spanish for brave.
Both
survivors, both beloved,
and
both would walk thousands of miles
to
be with their people, curly tails excited and swaying,
like prayer flags waving, good dharma spread with each wag.
*Aloka is the “peace dog” that was adopted by and walked with the Buddhist monks during their Walk of Peace from Texas to Washington DC from Nov 2025-Feb 2026.
“Absolutely
Nothing. He’s Perfect.”
What we
say
each
time
someone
predictably asks,
What is
wrong with him?
Teaching
Moment
Kids
will sometimes say,
“but,
look! He does have four legs!
We
say, no, just three.
They
point under his belly,
“right
there!” they insist, “the fourth!”
Yeah,
no, that’s not a leg, bud.


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