Poem: Sangha Body

Tender grasses made me.
Summer breeze and stars made me.
A mother’s gentle hands made me.
Sharp pains and fevers made me.
Noble dreams and friends’ love made me who I am.

What made you, my friend?
What were the steps that brought you here?
Please tell me your story, friend.
Tell me your fears, your cries for help
that no one heard,
your hopes,

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Tender grasses made me.
Summer breeze and stars made me.
A mother's gentle hands made me.
Sharp pains and fevers made me.
Noble dreams and friends' love made me who I am.

What made you, my friend?
What were the steps that brought you here?
Please tell me your story, friend.
Tell me your fears, your cries for help
that no one heard,
your hopes,
and the laughter deep in your eyes.

Joining hands in a wide circle,
we reach out together towards the bird's clear song.
The soil, the wind,
a thousand generations' knowledge
live in your body.
In your heart, the Sangha dreams.

Across the widest ocean
we still see each other.
Within the world's noise
we can hear the silent bell.

Svein Myreng
Oslo, Norway

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Thich Nhat Hanh January 15, 2020

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