Hope, Poems, Prejudice, Zen Buddhism

Poem: Interbeing, so precious with Thay

I am told by Thay there is no birth, no death Yet, our lives are so short So precious I am told by Thay to lift my enemies up to the clouds Yet, they disregard my being So precious I am told by Thay we are interbeing Yet, they build fences, disregard, and hate in… Continue reading Poem: Interbeing, so precious with Thay