"If you want to tame a wild horse,"
said the old Ch'an master,
"put it in a bigger field."
The Dharma Body of Amita Buddha
dwells in a tiny atom of your breath
one inch beneath your belly button.
If you want to concentrate, expand.
If you want to hold the Milky Way
and the whole dome of night
in a spark of wonder, like you did
before you were captured in time,
give up this fine distinction
between one and two.
Love is meditation,
meditation is love.
Some sunny June morning
down by the skunk cabbage
water lily swamp,
you will find a diamond
that weighs more than 10,000 stars
in the fretwork
of a dragonfly's wing.