I can’t capture the cherry blossoms
rustling in the wind,
swaying as they gently
open their hearts
to the universe.
they have changed
since last seen,
when we stood there,
under the tree,
trying to capture a memory.
even in the ten seconds it took
for the camera click,
there was an infinitesimal difference.

Today, as we did kinhin,
I watched the faces
as we turned
at the foot of the hill,
and how we’re all
different from the last time,
subtle signs of age
creeping up on us,
yet, we walk,
step after step, after step.
That is enough!

About kesho

Kesho is liaison for new members and coordinator for meditation instruction at Heart Circle Sangha.
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