Plants are hardwired
to reach upward
they know
their destiny
They undergo all kinds
of hardships
to bathe in the
golden light
I see this green
amidst the snow
touch its velvet petal
speak in wonder
In its sleeping
determination
it only hears me in
its dreaming passage
I ask the nun
what is the hardest part
about retreat
what should I prepare for
She says "the perseverance"
there is nowhere else to go
just sitting
then the tormas to make
Always some work
some activity
prayer and study
very little free time
I understand that
kind of practice
but maybe not as well
as the plants.
