A Hole is to Fall Into It’s so hard to remember thatevery hole I fall into holds a buried treasurebecause I am too busy clawing my way outand cursing my fate to remember to: Let go! Fall deep! and, upon reaching bottom: Sit still! Here in this quiet darkness of nondoing,the steady rising and falling of the breathslowly unearths the buried treasure. Dragon at the Gate In the Westwe have dragonsknights reachsainthoodby slaying. In the Eastthe dragonwaits at the gateof nirvana. Sit with your dragonuntil it wags its tail,licks your hand andlets you pass. Prodigal Mind When my mindreturns to the breaththere is such a senseof homecomingsuch a celebration ofthis most perfect union that I would not be surprisedif the invitations were sent outthe band hiredand the cake decorated were there only enough timebefore my wayward mindsets off to wandering again. Stephanie Noble’s poems have been published in the Atlanta Review, IthacaLit, DoveTales, Pilgrimage Magazine (Colorado State University - Pueblo), the Marin Poetry Center Anthology 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013 and 2014; the anthology Unsilenced, the Spirit of Women and other publications. One of her poems was nominated for the 2014 Pushcart Prize. Stephanie teaches insight meditation in San Rafael, California and is the author of "Tapping the Wisdom Within, A Guide to Joyous Living."