I glance at the refrigerator <br />I have some good principles <br />Taped on it <br />I see <br />“Right understanding” <br />Thinking <br />Okay, I understand <br />I want another cookie <br />So I take one. <br />I glance at the fridge again <br />I see <br />“Right mindfulness” <br />Knowing my mind <br />Wants me to have another cookie <br />So I take another one. <br />I glance again <br />Seeing <br />“Right effort” <br />And I move myself away <br />From the principles <br />Before I turn into <br />A <br />Cookie.<br /><br />Connie Webb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cookies-3/
