Love in the zendo



sitting in the zendo

one breathing stone among many

tender wafts arrive and caress ...


wholly perceptible

this LOVE, like a fog,

moves through the hall

wrapping around us

the softest touch, so tender and gentle

holding us in our sincerity


tears push through closed eyes and wet my collar

"can't you feel it? It's HERE. All around us. We are bathing in it!"

I wish to jump up, share and delight

... that surely others must feel it and know

right here amongst us

but I sit ...

and tears of gratitude fall down

we are all held in love


Our earnestness the catalyst

to manifest this 'hidden' LOVE

the gift we now collectively share


in our last sitting

in the zendo.