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,
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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
