By: Susan Suntree
You are the song of your own making
without knowing the notes.
Music rises without tongue
no strings no reeds
the sound begins
as a chorus.
Desert winds encircling brush
and spare stalks of grass--
how the dry sticks sing
is what the wind wants to know.
How do you hear
when even your ears are singing?
Note: Susan Suntree is a poet, long-time Zen practitioner and long-time member of the Just Show Up Zen Sangha.