First day of sesshin
with endless possibilities
I’m here to find out what
my body needs, begins to hurt
bones in a furnace
time is slow, time aches
in straight spine inside this
human triangle there is space
to feel fear at a deeper level
I might go off the edge
days continue in silent rhythm
birds sing as we circulate
together in harmony
like anything uncertain
it shifts and pain unwinds
I’ve grown to trust this suffering
once again, reminded of its transience.
Karen Robbie