I know my way to North River, Trudging through the snow-covered Stubbly cornfield to see and hear Buddha, wondering, Whose tiny footprints are in my backyard? January thaw will reveal the Buddha nature— The hazy sky spitting snow, mounds of snow on the sidewalk, And the powdery pebbles around the edges of the river. The … Continue reading Psalms of Buddha in my Palms
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Remembering to Return
We remember the beginning and its beginning— The dance, birth, struggle, joy— Remembering how the grass sparkled in morning dew, Chipmunks pestering the birdfeed in the breeze That remembers yesterday’s howling wind That shook limbs and leaves of birches down Strewn across the fields. We remember what our mothers and fathers told us about our … Continue reading Remembering to Return
Am I listening?
Things are in and around me with the sounds of their being. Am I listening? Do I spend the time listening to their joy and plea? The potted hibiscus bloomed during the February arctic blast. Was I listening to their joy preparing for the opening ceremony? My inner chatterbox works overtime without compensation— Busy daily … Continue reading Am I listening?
Ring of Fire 