My body is a chant



Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us now

and in the hour of our death



Wrecks.  Snow-laced trees

and fields.  Ice

up our noses, in our ears.

Tap on the glass

and slush.

You give us Robert Frost

and a lost New England

storm, carriages and

warmly distant friends.

Our end.  Buddha, and rain.

How to relate 

what we've survived,

the curtained vision

of another side --

a biding sign of love,

high in wilderness climes

on this determined ride



we do not die

FOUR GREAT VOWS



However innumerable all beings are

I vow to save them all

However inexhaustible my delusions are

I vow to extinguish them all

However immeasurable the Dharma Teachings are

I vow to master them all

However endless the Buddha's Way is

I vow to follow it completely



     Atlanta Soto Zen Center









Graphic: Passion, digital imagery

by Oliver Loveday, Eidson TN



SITA-RAM PRAYER (c. 5000BC) 

quoted from IndiaStar



"Let us think of the splendor

Of Her that is One-Supreme,

She that is one without second,

That She may inspire our minds,

Our words, thoughts and deeds.



To Her who is the unending Time,

To Her who is without beginning,

To Her, who is without end

To Her, who began it all

To Her, who is the seed of all

To Her, who is the source of all

And to Her, who alone is the Self

That She may inspire us, together, all, all.

In the innermost heart of all,

To her, our prayer, our devotion, our love."







"Thou shalt have no other gods before me."

     Exodus 20:3