February 17, 2016
Tassajara, A Poem by Mahin Mahdavi

A poem by Mahin Mahdavi, A Tassajara Monk

Far away from the endless sky,
nesting among the sycamore trees,
the little bird sits until her wings develop,
dreaming of flying.

 Landscape-by-Hamish-John-Appleby

In the creek,
far away from the vast ocean,
the little fish floats in the water,
going with the flow,
hearing the ocean.Creek-by-Hamish-John-Appleby

 

The little sprout, deepening, extending
her roots far down into the soil,
spreads out, reaches into the air
for the sun,
wondering who she will be.Mala-Beads-by-Hamish-John-Appleby

 

The little girl within,
surrounded by the mountains,
grounded on the land,
with the intention in her heart
to walk the path of compassion
on this earth.

Features, For Mary Watson

Remembering Mary Watson

I want to invite us to be with Mary's spirit, because she really embodied compassion. When Blanche gave her the precepts, she gave her the name, Eyes of Compassion, Nurturing Teacher, and that's what Mary was.