The Silent Mind Listens to Grass Speak

Lord Buddha, once enlightened, with silent mind hears revelations from the myriad things, As if clamoring to report through themselves that there is nothing at all worth grasping And clinging to as “I,” “myself,” or “mine.” Never dream of owning any of them — what foolishness! Taking these selfless things to be “I” or “me” brings only sadness, soreness, and sorrow. Even the rocks, sand, soil, trees, and grass sound this song through every nook and cranny; Yet, the busy-minded don’t understand or suspect that everything sings out Dhamma’s lesson. With silent mind one hears even the leaves of grass counseling each other with this beautiful, witty fact: “All beings may dance at ease in the breeze with minds left silent by laying to rest all things.”