Thanks so much Shan Wu for the beautiful melody.

I don’t feel as if I held the center well on Sunday.

My spirit was swept along by things of the world.

The silence disturbed.

Again and again I was caught in the eddies of the river

And the dams of flotsam of dead pines caught in the rocks.

The pain of the world present in each thought.

The ocean of peace far off.

“Could you not stay awake with me just this one hour” says Christ in the garden.

“Start again at the beginning” says the Roshi for the thousandth time.

Did I fail in my promise to keep still?

Or is the constant returning The Way?

Always seeking the center, never quite there.

Is a feeble light in the darkness “enough”?

Will the ember die?

Set the forest on fire?

So many questions, so few answers.

I just want to give a little warmth in the cold night.

And then I remember I am not alone.

The Well Keepers are there.

To tend the fire alongside me.