Snowy rain fell all morning, melting within minutes of contact on grass or road. A chilly dreary spring day after brilliant sunshine yesterday. Then I gazed at a thousand bees in the flowering tree. Today streaks of sunshine are embodied by goldfinches at my bird feeder. Sweet greedy little creatures fussing at the larger sparrows and the other males for their grip on a perch. I am awaiting to tune into the Buddhist meditation group by zoom, my new daily ritual during the week. I am so glad to share this hour with others in silence.
The above image is waves on a Kendal pond by my friend, Rebecca Cardozo
The following poem came about as I noticed how closely all three religions of Abraham’s descendants were celebrating their holy days of Passover, Easter, and Ramadan. It moved me to include the very Buddhist metta invocations beginning with “May all beings…” as well. Each verse includes specific references to the individual holy day.s
We were glad the Angel of Death
did not come to our door
we came together asking why?
we remembered ancient oppression and freedom
Are we still oppressed?
Are we free?
May all beings be free.
we will awake at sunrise
once more from dark
the manifold paths of
Love and Compassion
May all beings awaken.
In thirteen days
we will maintain our fast
remembering the Source
remembering those less fortunate
small sacrifices of gratitude
we share with those we love
May all beings be nourished in body and soul.
Ancestors of Abraham’s children
knew death and renewal
of every season
rituals, sacrifices, celebrations
cracking open the egg
May all beings inhabit fully the Mystery of Life.