heart sutra notes..white bones

traveling northward

screech owls moan in the yellowing
mulberry trees.  field mice scurry,
preparing their holes for winter.
midnight, we cross an old battlefield.
the moonlight shines cold on white bones.
                        ~ tu fu

and whose white bones..i wonder?
those deep under or my own ~

heart sutra sit this sunday
november 16th
4-6

PLEASE NOTE:
december heart sutra has been moved to -
12 / 14
sunday 4-6 pm
by donation


heart palms together
in gratitude for the opportunity
to sit still together and be the stillness
- to be the white bones