Wisdom from Mountain Lamp Diminishing sight causes me to kneel to get intimate with bleeding hearts, buttercups, coral bells, delicately shaped, resounding colors. If suchness neither comes nor goes Spring blossoms in my heart through all the seasons.
The great oak gives its strength without action. The bird song wafts into the clear mind. It is not in the doing that you give without need for return. It is the heart pulsing, the out breath of compassion that spreads the Buddha essence into the world.
– Alexa Singer-Telles