Affection for the Way

i was not in the fire of the Zendo

but i did see the moonlight

through the roof of my small hut

seeking the way amidst the deep mountain paths

we meet for tea

for that moment

my heart softened

walking far

all the way to the sea

observing the curve of the earth

the vast horizon

that night i slept but

awoke in the darkness hearing

the stars weeping

mourning on the beach

i had become a pile of ash

waiting for the wind 

—Bruce Linton, MFT, Ph.D.