Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Nance Louise' Poem About the New Center


More than metal.

More than wood.

More than walls.

More than windows and doors.

More than plaster and paint.

More than what it appears to be, yet spacious emptiness,
this place of refuge, this sanctuary coming to fruition to benefit all beings.

The blackbirds have returned to the nearby wetlands singing across the cattails,
their flight of song in the spring air whistling, opening the doors of this building,
this place and its variety of spaces, this Center.

May I remember all of this; this moment’s morning sky, this clear light,
this golden beech wood crossing over metal through plaster and concrete and color,
creating walls and windows and new views both exterior and interior
that open my heart and mind to the dharma, season upon season.