Note: In grateful appreciation of the poem below, Jikoji intends to add similar poems about our practice from many authors; for another example see Cliff's Three Turnings of the Dharma Wheel

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In each turning of a key, raising of a cup 
Each step forward or blinking of an eye, 
Behind each thought 
Each beat of the heart 
There is--deeply hidden, disguised-- 

A form of Dharma, of one's true nature 
It comes forth the deeper one lives 
Into Profound Interconnectedness 
While briefly surfing 
Upon this turbulence of being. 

Joy, sorrow; love, hatred; destruction, renewal; 
Vital health, painful illness; dismay and delight-- 
In their affirmation, recognition, 
Lies the route, the channel to Gratitude. 
Rather than sweet and sugary 
Gratitude ruthlessly erodes 
The sense of significant self. 
The more pervasive our thankfulness 
The less necessary we are to ourselves. 

The starting point is so close 
It's hardly seen or felt, 
So fast, it's already gone 
When thought about. 
Let Gratitude surround each move, 
Gesture, thought, smell, taste and touch-- 
Each--a wonder of being, 
Each easily overlooked 
As we go about 
Busily maintaining our selves 
All day long. 

So, without "should" but with awareness, 
Let us return again and again 
To this moment, this place 
Most gratefully 

by Gerow Reece