Bio
Born and raised in the USA. Since 1998 residing in Ireland. Travelled a bit worked a lot raised two wonderful children as well as horses ( Morgans, Andalusian Thoroughbred, Irish sport horse etc.) in USA and Ireland. Has worked as dishwasher, floor washer, textile mill labourer, construction worker, pesticide sprayer, fire safety inspector, toy shop manager, substance abuse councillor, women's shoe shop manager etc currently cutting grass in a small medieval village in co. Westmeath Ireland. Winner of the annual erbacce-Press International Poetry Competition for 2019.The work of PD Lyons has appeared in many formats throughout the world.
PD Lyons
I Must Confess I Still Need the Medicine of Sitting
or
Every Spine A Bodhi Tree*
Today I sat with the woman burned to death And The man who did it
The children and their teachers shot to death on the first day of school
And The one who shot and the father who gifted his child an assault weapon
The two high school girls, raped And The school security police officer, convicted got three months for doing it
Today I sat as I have Without definition Breathing every iota of this apparent world unfiltered And Because I get distracted, get up
Clean the house Feed the dog Save the slug from direct sunlight
And As long as I am able eventually I'll go back to this medicine of sitting
And Because I know Every moment is my teacher Then every moment is to be integrated And From this place with heart wide open, Surrender over and over again Surrender.
To offer is to become
The enlightened intent will not turn away
*According to Buddhist traditions, the first human being achieved enlightenment, or became the
Buddha, underneath a Bodhi Tree. "Bodhi" is Sanskrit for "enlightenment," so "the Bodhi tree"
translates directly to English as "the tree of enlightenment