For Thay
(forever alive in Plum Village) ~
Flowers wrapped in flowers divine,
petals loving the whorls inside,
the whorls knowing the colors divine,
a vision seeking a vision undefined,
without a beginning without an end,
a breath which stays, a breath which stops,
the skies know infinity -
that which is born never dies.
The stones ask - am I the river?
The waves ask - am I the water?
Life asks - am I the flower?
Thay says - ask not the question,
your life is ever-present, for love never dies,
and every bit of you is made of me.
You will cherish my words, my life,
for they are yours and made of thee.
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