Poem: Untitled Poem 2

The breeze gently caresses my facetouching me in ways not mown before. Its energy reminds me of breath, the breath brings me to one with all that is, then flows out to leave a trace, a gentle breeze upon my face.

I feel the breath and breeze deep in that special place, a place called home from which I have traveled so far so long yet not out of Kwan Yin's palm.

And in this moment I realize, Arriving, I breathed in. looking deeply, I leave breathing out. In-out-my heart is open wide. Guided by the love of a brown-robed nun, chanting opens my heart.

For here I have laughed and cried with gentle touches and gentle eyes. There will be no sighs of goodbyesgreen lawn, green tree, blue sky, warm friendship.

This poem was written collectively by the "Columbine Family" Dharma Discussion Group on the last day of The Path of Emancipation retreat with Thich Nhat Hanh in June 1998 in Vermont.

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