Sitting in silence, dancing in gratitude,

Dancing like the huge waves,

Moving like the white clouds.

I see myself, I see the I who sees myself.

With gratitude I see, with gratitude I am seen.

…I occupy everything. I occupy nothing.

I am the becoming of indescribable change.

“The World of Flowers” from Shout of Buddha

Translation: Rev. Gyoko T. Saito and Joan Sweaney


Now That I Am Forever With Child

By Audre Lorde

How the days went
while you were blooming within me
I remember each upon each—
the swelling changed planes of my body
and how you first fluttered, then jumped
and I thought it was my heart.

How the days wound down
and the turning of winter
I recall, with you growing heavy
against the wind. I thought
now her hands
are formed, and her hair
has started to curl
now her teeth are done
now she sneezes.
Then the seed opened
I bore you one morning just before spring
My head rang like a fiery piston
my legs were towers between which
A new world was passing
Since then
I can only distinguish
one thread within running hours
You, flowing through selves
toward You.