Chrysanthemum Moon by Gerry Grubbs

These small pieces are meant to be savored, to be chewed slowly one syllable at a time, swallowed and digested, metabolized and in time they should provide nourishment and comfort.

Like moonlight and flowers they are already in you. Like moonlight and flowers they manifest when they will to those who can see them. Like moonlight and flowers there is a wavering sense of impermanence which adds to their lustrous beauty.

I have many teachers who I have not named, friends and poets who have helped me understand who I am, who we are.

The darkness here is all mine. The light is a reflection of my teachers. They have planted their word seeds; they have watered the stony ground inside with those same words and have enabled this emergent heart to flourish. Those buds opening now, that is the result of the work of my teachers.