posted February 09, 2017 09:50 PM            

The bell tolls at four in the morning.
I stand by the window,
barefoot on the cool floor.
The garden is still dark.
I wait for the mountains and rivers to reclaim their shapes.

There is no light in the deepest hours of the night.
Yet, I know you are there
in the depth of the night,
the immeasurable world of the mind.
You, the known, have been there
ever since the knower has been.

The dawn will come soon,
and you will see
that you and the rosy horizon
are within my two eyes.
It is for me that the horizon is rosy
and the sky blue.

Looking at your image in the clear stream,
you answer the question by your very presence.
Life is humming the song of the non-dual marvel.
I suddenly find myself smiling
in the presence of this immaculate night.
I know because I am here that you are there,
and your being has returned to show itself
in the wonder of tonight's smile.

In the quiet stream,
I swim gently.
The murmur of the water lulls my heart.
A wave serves as a pillow
I look up and see
a white cloud against the blue sky,
the sound of Autumn leaves,
the fragrance of hay-
each one a sign of eternity.
A bright star helps me find my way back to myself.

I know because you are there that I am here.
The stretching arm of cognition
in a lightning flash,
joining together a million eons of distance,
joining together birth and death,
joining together the known and the knower.

In the depth of the night,
as in the immeasurable realm of consciousness,
the garden of life and I
remain each other's objects.
The flower of being is singing the song of emptiness.

The night is still immaculate,
but sounds and images from you
have returned and fill the pure night.
I feel their presence.
By the window, with my bare feet on the cool floor,
I know I am here
for you to be.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

posted February 09, 2017 09:55 PM            

You are me and I am you.
Isn't it obvious that we inter-are?
You cultivate the flower in yourself
so that I will be beautiful.
I transform the garbage in myself
so that you do not have to suffer.
I support you you support me.
I am here to bring you peace
you are here to bring me joy.

posted February 09, 2017 10:02 PM            

Peace is every step.
The shining red sun is my heart.
Each flower smiles with me.
How green, how fresh all that grows.
How cool the wind blows.
Peace is every step.
It turns the endless path to joy.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

posted February 09, 2017 10:06 PM            

The cosmos is filled with precious gems.
I want to offer a handful of them to you this morning.
Each moment you are alive is a gem,
shining through and containing earth and sky,
water and clouds.

It needs you to breathe gently
for the miracles to be displayed.
Suddenly you hear the birds singing,
the pines chanting,
see the flowers blooming,
the blue sky,
the white clouds,
the smile and the marvelous look
of your beloved.

You, the richest person on Earth,
who have been going around begging for a living,
stop being the destitute child.
Come back and claim your heritage.
We should enjoy our happiness
and offer it to everyone.
Cherish this very moment.
Let go of the stream of distress
and embrace life fully in your arms.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

posted June 29, 2017 03:51 PM            

quote:

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Originally posted by Ayelet:
I loved the most the last stanza, and the closing line.."She has at heart a certain dawn"
Like something we are (or I am) waiting for.

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posted June 29, 2017 05:34 PM            

You are the new day...
You are the new day.

I will love you more than me,
and more than yesterday,
if you can but prove to me
you are the new day.

Send the Sun in time for dawn,
let the 'Birds' all hail the morning--
'Love of Life'
will urge me say,
you are the new day?

When I lay me down at night--
knowing we must pay,
thoughts occur
that this night might 'stay'
yesterday-- ?

Thoughts that we,
as humans small,
could slow worlds, and end it all!!!,
lie around me as they fall.....
before the new day.

One more day
when time is running out
for everyone,
like a breath I knew would come--
I reach for a new day.

Hope, is my philosophy--
just needs days in which to Be!
Love of Life
means Hope For Me--
Born on a new day.

You ARE...
'The New Day'.

posted July 11, 2017 10:39 AM            

I found you there one early morn,
Your petals all dipped with dew,
Fresh captured beauty newly born,
All fragrants pure and new.

I stood there atop the hill,
To look into your face,
And for a moment time stood still,
Arrest from life's embattled race.

To tarry for a moments rest,
To search in deep concern,
In passing days I must confess,
There is much for me to learn.

Yes from a rose, which God has made,
To grow upon a rugged hill,
Time marches on, it's not delayed,
You must simply do His will.

I thought of how God cares for you,
And how He cares for me,
Of how He gave you life anew,
Each spring when nature's free.

You grow among the rocks and thorns,
That's scattered round about,
And close beside a path is worn,
By travelers, there's no doubt.

And now I know within myself,
He watches over all things,
From poverty, to those with wealth,
And yes to the bird who sings.

Some fail to see you blooming there,
While passing close beside,
They cannot see the life so fair,
In Him they do not confide.

My troubles now seem far away,
Since I have stood a while,
The sun is out to start the day,
I'll lift my head and smile.

And know within, let come what may,
I'm ready for each and every hour,
He showed me how to start each day,
Yes simply through a flower.

posted August 30, 2017 10:51 AM            

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it’s a game,