Poem for Daido

Poem for Daido


It was everything really
The sound of the snow as I shifted from foot to foot.
The air sharp, thin and cold
The white pines long arms reaching skyward
Needles turning in the wind.
The chanting.
Fire in the stone pit
The smell of char.
The burned paper notes of remembrance float
Around me
In the wind:
they are passing through the needled branches of the white pines,
black moths
set free.
In memoriam, John Daido Roshi
2009
~Caryn Silberberg

Photo by Ba Rea
John Daido Loori, Roshi

John Daido Loori, Roshi

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Fare thee well old teacher, sage of Tremper Mountain, friend.
Goodbye artist, entrepreneur, scientist, innovator, father, husband, grandfather, lineage founder, stones of Mountains and Rivers Order.
“Now We Know You”
Shudo and Doen
photo by Caryn Shudo Silberberg