Photo by Cassy ShoShin
Most assuredly yes,
but only when I take time…make time..
claim time.
Experience a moment,
hold it in my hand
like a single grain of sand in an undisguisable shore.
How far does the road of Practice go?
I feel the invitation of distance lands
from within
and with you.
I never imagined being here,
in the spaces between stanzas
in a pause between the rhythm of breath.
The first candlelit night I met a teacher of zen,
no I encountered untethered presence.
with a “What is that exclamation !”
Loud in a quiet place.
26 years and I am still loud in a quiet place
but there is a lot more space now.
Space for others
Space for understanding self and what moves in us.
Space understanding an other
Space until I don’t know the difference between us.
Space to take up the dance of words
with aspen leaves from the valley of cloud mountain.
Catching light
Flickering back moments
Sparkling champagne bubbles
To hold your hand as we feel the two four rhythm of nature’s waltz
when one song ends and when another song begins.
soft echo
loud bell
—Cassy ShoShin
On Solstice 2025
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