There was a time when I tried to separate my life from love.
But I could not. Even though I tried.
In the spring, in the old grove forest.
I witnessed a bodhisattva returning to the world.
Felt that warmth of a whole heartedness
in my bones.
Some 26 years ago, on March 15th, in Austin
on West street at 8pm,
in a candle lit zendo.
My life turned on a dime.
Not because I was seeking,
but I felt my Self found.
Breath of stardust shared the air.
Once refused drops of wisdom water
were tasted, were remembered.
I forgot, I was the butterfly and the dream.
Nothing was required
so love returned in me.
As I leaned on the staircase rails
and felt home.
Mythical home, the one they write stories about.
Home, was feeling awe.
Without elevating one thing over another.
Without naming something as sacred and something as not.
Without someone being allowed and someone not.
In the quietness of night
I danced with ancestors
who told me, this is what I meant to say
when I had words.
We have only touched the surface.
We are the fingerprint of trees.
Breathing one self fulfilling samadhi after another.
—Cassy Shoshin
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