Monday, October 25, 2004

Meditation Class: Reflection


I don’t have to come; yet I feel drawn.
Others in the dim light were also drawn.
We each pursue the Way.
Shifus guide us; incense holds us in its palms.
Compassion and peace fill the air between us
One weeps with compassion; one floats; I hear one swallow.
We all take refuge in this peace and beauty.