Friday, March 27, 2020

March 28, 2020


Special bows for today:
  • Please offer bows for Lisa McCrossen, Dainuri Rott’s niece, who is recovering from COVID-19
  • Please offer bows for Michael Tieri Ricaud, Dainuri Rott’s brother, who is suffering from MS
  • Please continue to offer bows for Jeff Ghazarian and his family; Jeff was a friend of Lilliana Mendez-Soto’s nephew; he died on March 19th at the age of 34 from COVID-19
  • Please continue to offer bows of well-being for Carmen Ibanez, Lidia Luna’s mother, who had a successful surgery yesterday for sciatica
  • Please continue to offer bows of well-being for Rev. Les Kaye, Misha’s Zen teacher, who will begin receiving chemotherapy for bladder cancer for the next 6 months
  • Please continue to offer bows of well-being for Brendan, Kate Haimson’s son, who is recovering from surgery on March 18th for a brain aneurism
  • Please continue to offer bows of well-being for Lilith Armitage, Shannon Bergman’s daughter who is recovering from knee surgery on March 17th

Our new ZHS on-line schedule (go to our website for more information: zenheartsangha.org):
  • Mondays: 7-8:30pm - zazen, short service, lecture/discussion
  • Tuesdays-Fridays: 5:30-6:10pm - zazen, offering of merit/bows
  • Saturdays: 8:00-10:15am - zazen, short service, tea, discussion/study


Wonderful links shared by sangha and friends:




Keeping Quiet

Pablo Neruda

Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still
for once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the person gathering salt
would not look at her hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.

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