The Language of Grasses

In this field of silence

Ten thousand grasses

Rooted in Earth

Each whispering truth

Beneath the empty sky

Whispering,

None greater, none lesser

One voice

Each stalk

A tale of it’s own to tell

On the breath of the Wind

Splintering

Amidst the chaos of time

Ten thousand whispers

Ten thousand chants

Ten thousand things to be

Being only this field

Of ease and silence

Nothing extra.

_{Deep Peace and Great Love~Issan}

Schedule 5/12-5/18

Friday, 6:30AM: Zazen and Dharma Talk, Zenho Roshi, Teahouse or Zoom:

Noah’s Poem:

I walk through trees verdant with spring

Birds and flowers sing to me

Luring me from my mind

Fully adorned in Life