before the mind craves
the moment yet born
before the pain unravels
into rambling story
before a tempered heat
reaches a boil
before the tears dry
and the heart shifts to close
Sitting quietly,one minute, one hour, no matter,
finding the quiet within
I find myself again and again.
Finding myself, I offer the quiet light
to those on the street, in the office,
all around me.
To the lost and suffering beings, to the
even to the bare tree with its leafless
branches filled with chirping sparrows.
~ Roshi Pat Enkyo O’Hara