Disappearance

Disappearance

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

 

Kiss The Earth

Kiss The Earth

Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.

Thich Nhat Hahn