Poem: Plum Village, June 1990

This is France,but we are not at Lourdes, nor Chartres, nor Saint Michel.

We practice together, but this is no stupa in Vietnam, nor a shrine at Bodh Gaya. There are no holy temples here, no Taj Mahal, nor Stonehenge.

The sacred sites are in ourselves -- our steps our stories mindfully lived and fully shared.

We bring awareness as our alms -- attention polished beyond indulgences. Flowing hearts our only offerings. Our steps gesture into sacred space as inner seeds ripen into fleetingly crystalline awareness of all that is ordinary and sun-ripened holy.

Kate O'Neill Cambridge, Massachusetts

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