The leaf tips bend
under the weight of dew.
Fruits are ripening
in Earth's early morning.
Daffodils light up in the sun.
The curtain of cloud at the gateway
of the garden path begins to shift:
have pity for childhood,
the way of illusion.

Late at night,
the candle gutters.
In some distant desert,
a flower opens.
And somewhere else,
a cold aster
that never knew a cassava patch
or gardens of areca palms,
never knew the joy of life,
at that instant disappears-
man's eternal yearning.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~


Jorge said...

Thanks! This gives something else to contemplate besides my belly :-)
Be well,

Lynn said...

Happy thoughts, peaceful thoughts.
Nice to have, thank you.

What bottle have you been hitting?

Holy said...

Jorge - I didn't get the belly comment at first but then it became obvious....

Lynn - Funny you should ask what bottle - I spent an inordinate amount of time looking at the bottle of Wild Turkey the other day in a BC liquor store - why, I'm not sure - I've never touched rye/whiskey or scotch in my life, but the temptation was there....hmmmm....must have something to do with being home with two kids for a week during winter break.

Jungle Mama said...

Wild Turkey? Funny, we've got some Fat Pig on sale over here :)