Poem: Daisy Flower Family

mb31-TheCountry2 Our family is named Daisy Flowers. We come from many countries of Mother Earth, now we stay in Plum Village and we cut vegetables every day. We don't cut our fingers by talking while we are working. We don't cut our hearts by anger, fear, or emotional suffering. Dwelling in the present moment, we don 't cut ourselves in forgetfulness. Hearing the bell, we stop cutting and follow our breath.

We cut carrots with joyful eyes. We cut potatoes with sweet smiles. We cut mushrooms gently in mindfulness. Understanding and love blooms, like Daisy Flowers, in the warm winter sunshine.

Sister Y Nghiem, Lower Hamlet, Summer retreat 2001

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