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Friday, May 13, 2011

POEM FOR TODAY. Thich Nhat Hanh

PEACE by Thich Nhat Hanh

They woke me this morning
to tell me my brother had been killed in battle.
Yet in the garden, uncurling moist petals,
a new rose blooms on the bush.
And I am alive, can still breathe the fragrance of roses and dung,
eat, pray, and sleep.
But when can I break my long silence?
When can I speak the unuttered words that are choking me?

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