Poem by Thich Nhat Hanh

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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