By Thich Nhat Hanh in June 2002
You set out this morning to give the silver space a future. The phoenix spreads her wings and takes to the immense sky. The water clings to the feet of the bridge, while the sunrise calls for young birds. The very place that served as a refuge for you years ago is now witness to your departure for the rivers and oceans of your homeland.
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By Thich Nhat Hanh in June 2002
You set out this morning to give the silver space a future. The phoenix spreads her wings and takes to the immense sky. The water clings to the feet of the bridge, while the sunrise calls for young birds. The very place that served as a refuge for you years ago is now witness to your departure for the rivers and oceans of your homeland.
Paris, 1966
