Poem: You Are My Garden

A tree is dying in my garden.You see it, but you also see other trees that are still vigorous and joyful.

And I am thankful.

I know a tree is dying in my garden, but I do not see it as the whole of my garden.

And I need you to remind me of that.

I am told to take care of the garden left to me by my ancestors. A garden always has beautiful trees and others that are not so healthy. That is the reason why we have to take good care of it.

You are my garden, and I know that I should practice as a gardener.

I have seen an old, untended garden, where the cherry and peach trees still bloom wonderfully and always in time.

Thich Nhat Hanh

from Thich Nhal Hanh, Call Me By My True Names (Berkeley: Parallax Press. 1999)

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