TheTruth of Mind

These new days of Autumn

Too warm for the season.

Meandering the bosque by the river,

Heat driving the scent of indian hemp,

Needle and thread grasses, bullrush,

Ravenna and Apache plume.

The early blush of rose and

Satin gold already upon some of their tips,

Auspice of what’s to come.

Light in these river-woods,

Liquid, thick as butter,

Spilled over the carpeted earth, 

Dappled through the cottonwoods and Russian olives, 

Privet and salt cedars.

I think of Ryōkan playing with children, 

His hut of quiet rain, 

No temple bells, no robes of gold— just laughter.

Han Shan climbing the high peaks, 

Cold wind in his veins, 

A fleeting world beneath his feet, 

Temples in the red dust

Invisible in his clear eye.

Stonehouse sitting beneath the trees, 

His heart a silent river, 

No need for books, or chants, or rules, 

Just life within a dream. 

These natural bells of wind-song, 

Mokugyo of rattling branches,

Chanting of rippling water,

Make the truth of mind obvious.

_{Deep Peace & Great Love, Issan}

Schedule 9/29-10/5

_{Please note: Zenho out of town 9/29 to 11/6 and Issan out of town 10/4 to 7.}

Wednesday: 6:30 am, Zazen, Dokusan and Service at the Teahouse with Issan Sensei

Friday: 6:30 am, Aishi opening at the Teahouse and on Zoom.

Join zoom: https://us02web.zoom.us/j/81446161273?pwd=UinaaYJFHHvcjNJYRTipbRfA1v5tzD.1

Noah’s poem

No nO no No NO no

I awake in firm mat of

No 

And in mirror in need of cleaning

No

And angel numbers slightly off 

No

And in ticking tock pressure to create

No

And in cemetery heavy with rain

No no no no

Endless no’s and ways to paint 

No 

-In all of her rainbow beauty-

Upon the day– 

~Noah Seltzer