What made you, my friend? What were the steps that brought you here? Please tell me your story, friend. Tell me your fears, your cries for help that no one heard, your hopes, and the laughter deep in your eyes.
Joining hands in a wide circle, we reach out together towards the bird's clear song. The soil, the wind, a thousand generations' knowledge live in your body. In your heart, the Sangha dreams.
Across the widest ocean we still see each other. Within the world's noise we can hear the silent bell.
Svein Myreng Oslo, Norway