the old man
must have stopped our car
two dozen times to climb out
and gather into his hands
the small toads blinded
by our lights and leaping,
drops of rain.
the rain was falling,
a mist about his white hair
and i kept saying
you can't save them all,
accept it, get back in
we've got places to go.
but, leathery hands full
of wet brown life,
knee deep in the summer
roadside grass,
he just smiled and said
they have places to go
too.
~birdfoot's granpa
joseph bruchac
remember!
we are practicing for the great benefit of all beings..
we are not crossing the great ocean ahead of anyone..
we bow before our ancestors and all sentient beings..
we practice for the great vast!
HEART SUTRA SIT
SUNDAY
FEBRUARY 15
4-6 PM
by donation
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