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
Category: Reflection
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?
New Year Ritual
We rise out of bed to begin the day like a machine After the night’s rest to meet the demands on hand-biological and cultural Fulfilling the ever-present emotional needs That move the needle of the scale. Many things can be weighed, while many can’t. We are the cultural machine that weaves fiber into a fabric— … Continue reading New Year Ritual
Ring of Fire 