Plum Village Insight poems

Is it true that
even this tiniest flower,
watered by grieving Mother's tears
is flaming with the joy
of far-flung stars?

Anne Dellenbaugh

Yellow petals emerging
from a vast sea of green
—startling moment
seeing the beauty of the Dharma.

Marion Hunt-Badiner

Rivers of fear, doubt, joy, and sorrow
—on the other side a swallow sings,
and you and I meet again.

Eileen Kiera 

Dead branches break forth into bloom.
Liberty is reclaimed
Thank you for this Triple Gem—
washing dishes among kindhearted friends

Judy Gilbert

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