Guest guest Posted September 6, 2000 Report Share Posted September 6, 2000 Thanks Mark for the Thich Nhat Hanh poem. I liked the following verses the best and have made it into a shorter poem. Modesty forbids but what the heck, I will say it. It is now a more readable poem. Perhaps Thich Nhat Hanh should hire me to improve his poetry! :-). Hey Mace buddy, I could help you out as well! :-). Just kidding everyone. Apologies to the Thich Nhat Hanh and Mace devotees. Love to all Harsha Compassion springs from the heart, as pure, refreshing water, healing the wounds of life. >From the highest peak of the Mind Mountain, the blessed water streams down, penetrating rice fields and orange groves. The poisonous snake drinks a drop of this nectar from the tip of a blade of grass, and the poison on its tongue vanishes. Mara's arrows are transformed into fragrant flowers. The wondrous action of the healing water - a mysterious transformation! A child now holds the snake in her innocent arms. Tonight all weapons fall at our feet and turn to dust. Call Me by My True Names -- Thich Nhat Hanh (New and Improved!). Love, Harsha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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