august moon 14

we talk of sitting
of our Lama
of refuge and retreat
we weave that special stuff
of heart and faith and metta

 

Shakyamuni

We wait
We chant
We rest in silence
We don't look at each other
We don't speak
We simply feel the joy
It sparkles in the air we breathe
It brings our hearts and minds together
It weaves the Dharma into the very core of us
We smile