Reflections on a Burnt Match
~ Trudy Johnston
What if your life
was as brief as a match struck,
fierce and bright, maybe helping others
to shine,
then gone.
What if your life was as brief as the
spume rising from a crashing wave,
as it makes
its final
flourish.
What if your life
was as momentary
as the shifting shadows
on the painting
behind the sofa.
Would it matter?
Would it matter?
Did the match, the wave, the shadow
matter?
They did, in their thereness.
The way the air or the light
around them shifted.
Whole worlds tilting because of this moment
because of each moment.
The world is made of myriad seen and
unseen moments.
The one second the cymbal
strikes in the orchestra,
everything turning
around everything else.
Bringing the Light (for Judy Parfett)
~ Jo Clarke
Slowly the courage grew until,
Like the universe, without holding back,
The `no’ melted to a ‘yes’, and you shone.
No shying away from this pain filled life,
With its tsunami of catastrophe.
Difficult births and traumatic deaths,
Relationships sting and wars take us to our knees.
Choosing to embrace all of it, always, without flinching
And with a truthfulness, that says it how it is.
Your bravery makes our eyes smart.
Your honesty an antidote to betrayal and `deep fake`.
In offering to restore joy you invited us back to zazen,
To sit with all of it, all of life.
With your wholehearted embrace of life
And your courageous truth telling
You light the spaces for us, sparkling and vibrant.
We have been gifted your openness and clarity
And we come back, sit with you,
Upright with possibility.
Sitting alongside your unrelenting steadfastness,
Your joyful practice radiates warmth,
As the spotlight spreads to illuminate all.
Thank you for reminding us, we sit for
All beings everywhere, and for life as it is.
And YOU never shrink from life as it is.
View From a Zendo - Post Retreat
~ Ryan Van Wyk
The final bell has been rung
The final words have been chanted
The final bows have been exchanged
The retreat supplies returned to their places
The assembly has departed
I am all that remains
A great empty space
Only moments ago bursting with life
Activity infused with wakeful energy
Steady abiding through days of stillness
The silence settling in the emptiness feels different
Perhaps the silence of presence
Is of a different quality than the silence of absence
A cry begins to rise within
Traveling from the heart to mouth
Please return to this place
Find your way back to these seats
Persist in this practice
Continue awakening together