I have no dharma and
I offer it all to you
Sitting still searching
For the same answer
In myriad questions about
The past and possible futures
Blooming in the dirt-filled crack
A dahlia bigger than Buddha’s head
Not thinking about beauty and
Radiating silent illumination
Look, see, wake to thee
The truth of you and we
Living this life in service
To each unknowable moment
Lighting incense to burn completely
Into pungent earthy-sweet smoke
Drifting through space to
Everywhere, here, and gone
Snow Mountain Zen 