Poem: Untitled Poem 1

In the heart of the coldest winterI no longer shiver, I feel warm. The Sangha is here, dear Sangha!

In the heart of the driest desert I no longer shrivel, I feel fresh. The Dharma is here, dear Dharma!

In the heart of the darkest unknown I no longer fear, I feel safe. The Buddha is here, dear Buddha!

In the heart of my purest heart I no longer search in vain, The Three Jewels are here.

Dear Sangha, Dear Dharma, Dear Buddha.

Briggette Dayez

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