The events in Burma have been on my heart. I have found a verse on the internet that Myotai Sensei wrote 6 years ago for a 9/11 teisho. How these words still echo through time:
Thousands of blossoms red,
brown, white, yellow and black
scattered on the ground
made tender by their falling.
This human body more fragile
than the dew drops on the
countless tips of morning grasses.
My wailing voice is the bright
September wind and in the dark night
Silence speaks:
I will die only when love dies
and you will not let love die.
Thank you Chuck for keeping us informed. May Peace and Freedom prevail on earth.
- Zuihan
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