Tuesday, February 02, 2010

silent poetry reading

Annual tradition....a poem for Imbolg...Brigid...Groundhog Day

Autumn leaves fall in the cold wind.
Is there right or wrong in this?

Here is a scripture not made of paper
And there are no words in it

Yet its pages constantly emit light
Brightening the darkness

And each thing becomes clear as it is:
Mountain is mountain, river is river;

Red comes, red;
White comes, white.

~ Zen Master Seung Sahn