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Poems from Meditation Retreat

Debra McCurdy

2025 Meditation Retreat

Deb McCurdy

Lone lotus flower,

Budding, blossoming, fading.

Nothing stays the same.


2024 Meditation Retreat

Layered clouds pass by. 

Temple dragons peer skyward, 

Awareness notes thought.


Grateful

Grateful for my pain;

Searing, aching, heart wrenching; 

Waking compassion.


Noting

Noting endless thoughts. 

Realizing they’re not me. 

Freedom arising.


Clouds

Clouds form and disperse; 

Floating, swirling, vanishing; 

Like my sea of thoughts.


Sound

Symphony of sounds. 

Birdsong, honking, lawn mower;

I’m smiling with joy.


Turtle

Turtle on the rock,

Motionless under the sun. 

He gets to just be.


Impermanence

Wind shifts the white clouds across the cerulean sky.

The breeze makes my loose pants ripple, massaging the backs of my legs.

I lift my foot, light as air.

The fiery sun beams against my shoulders and the vibrant green grass.

Slowly, my foot propels forward.

For a moment, misty raindrops caress my face and dampen the grass.

My heel drops down to meet the warm tender blades.

As my toes follow and find the earth, I am grounded.

Over the mountain ridges, shadows cast by the billowing clouds spread like an incoming tide.

Quickly, they vanish as do the joys and sorrows that fill and empty my heart.


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Haiku from a Yangon Temple

Joan Shigemoto

Monsoon in Burma.

Soft feet on teak floors.

Thunderous rain on tin roof.

The silence begins.


A Buddhist nun walks.

Pink and saffron robes.

Shaved head and tinted glasses.

Billows past and burps.


The fan cuts the air.

Tiny hairs stand up.

Can it be bliss or the breeze?

Move away from fan!


Right foot.  Shifting.  Bending.  Lifting.  Placing.

Gone.

Left foot. Shifting.  Bending.  Lifting.  Placing.

Gone.

Right foot.  Shifting.  Bending.  Lifting.  Placing.

Gone.

Left foot.  Shifting.  Bending.  Lifting.  Placing.

Gone.

Each step a perfect moment.

Within it all things in the universe.

Aligned just so.

Each step a perfect moment.

Gone.  Gone.  Gone.

It is raining inside.


An intention to shift.

Lasting a nanosecond.

I catch it!

Do not move.  Sit.  Watch.

It grows.

Takes shape.

Lodges in the heart center.

Squeezes.

Feels like desire.

It grows larger.

Pulsates.  Heavy in my heart.

Feels like longing.

Moves like lightning to the eyes.

Pushes out tears.

Suffering.


No longer my hips.

No longer my back.

Red hot glowing lava.

No longer my pain.


A Heian princess

Her eyes cast downward.

In step with a whale’s heartbeat.

Is walking nowhere.


Deconstructing body.

Deconstructing mind.

Into its natures.  Into qualities.

How complex the workings!

How exquisite the life force!

Self-propelled.

Non-self.


Eerily floating

High to pristine air.

White rainbow on mountain top.

Awestruck!  Samadhi!

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Monthly Retreat

First Saturday of the Month

12:30-4:00

The monthly half-day retreats allow both experienced practitioners, as well as new students, the opportunity for extended sitting and walking meditation, as well as an opportunity to give more detailed instructions.  

It begins with detailed meditation instructions and is followed by four 45-minute sessions of alternating sitting and walking meditation beginning at 1:00pm.  The first sitting focuses on concentration practice and the second sitting focuses on mindfulness practice.  

For those unable to come to the temple or who are out-of-state, we are also offering the retreat on a hybrid basis.  So, please feel free to join us on Zoom.

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Anatta

Joan Shigemoto

Sometimes I want to be a frozen river and hide all my secrets below the ice.  Other times I want the ice to melt.  There have been many times that I’ve felt I hadn’t been heard or seen, as though the person stood on the riverbank and saw only the surface waters of me and didn’t bother to look closer. 

They didn’t know that the frozen river merely looked solid and unchanging but under the ice its waters were constantly flowing and changing.  I know that now; that the body is not a solid unity. It is an entire inner universe of parts—impersonal moving parts–brought together temporarily through a coalescing of conditions.

The Buddha said that there is no eternal ego or personality that survives death.  He also said that the death of this body is not the end of existence.  This is not a contradiction.  We are not separate and solid and unchanging entities.  It only looks that way.  It’s an illusion.  We are actually continuously changing processes of energy, connected to a larger fabric, and that process of change will continue after the death of this particular mind/body.