I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Reading of her death, I remembered previous articles about her work, as well as the many times we heard her words at Zen Center. And I wonder what she is doing with her wild and precious death.
