My rebbe was quoting his rebbe
who was quoting the Grass:
Grass: The vitality pushing through us
is stupendous. The green appears
from monochrome, from the shade
into a shadeless shameless glow.
Every blade is singing from the force
of its lit universe. Psychedelic!
No trade-offs, no slippery motives.
Today, now, pick herbs from our
healing garden. Leave the narrow places,
(suffer the stabs of pain in leaving),
let the grass, even in the cruelest month, heal.