Robert Aiken Roshi

Letting the plants identify me

Watching gardeners label their plants
I vow with all beings
to practice the old horticulture
And let plants identify me.

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The gold that was my hair has turned
silently to gray. Don’t pity me!
Everything’s been realized,
in my breast all’s blended and attuned.

-- Attuned, as all of distance blends

In the smokestack moaning on the outskirts.

And Love! A soul’s been realized:

The most deeply secret of your ends.

~ Marina Tsvetaeva