Poem from Rohatsu Sesshin
A seed is planted, a wheat stalk grows.
A farmer takes her scythe to harvest.
A grain is milled into a fine flour.
A baker turns the flour to bread.
A man buys the bread and slices it.
This is the one universe of time.
And with each slice,
A moment of now.
~ Cassady Zen’etsu Coakley
Image: Taigen during samu