Just thought I'd post an example of his poetry because I am unable to describe them to you adequately. The only way is to post an example. I love this book.the title of the poem is I Met You in the Orphanage Yard.
By the way they are not all like this. Some are full of bliss and such like..
I Met You in the Orphanage Yard
Your sad eyes
overflowed
with loneliness and pain.
You saw me.
You turned your face away.
Your hand drew circles
In the dusty ground.
I dared not ask you
Where your father or mother was.
I dared not open up your wounds.
I only wished to sit with you a moment
and say a word or two.
O you small ones
of four or five-
your life buds already cut off,
already engulfed
by cruelty, hatred and violence.
Why? Why?
my generation,
my cowardly age,
must shoulder the blame.
I'll go in a moment,
and you will remain
in the shabby yard.
Your eyes will return
to your familiar yard
and your fingers will draw again
those small circles
of pain
In the dusty ground.
Thich Nhat Hanh
From Call me by my True Names. The collected poems of Thich Nhat Hanh.
About Me
- An Irish Friend of Bill
- I have recovered from the disease of Alcoholism. I believe there is only one person really,.. everybody. And that peace of mind is everything. -So treat your neighbor as you would treat yourself, because your neighbor IS yourself. I think most of recovery is what I would call common sense, but that learning to be ordinary is a true gift very few people acquire. My ambition is to accept everything unflinchingly, with compassion, and therefore be intrinsically comfortable in my own skin, no matter what. I am comfortable being uncomfortable and am willing to go to any lengths to improve my life. I believe the Big Book was divinely inspired, and is extraordinarily powerful. Unfortunately AA's best kept secret a lot of the time. (In my opinion). I just try to do what works, no matter what it is.
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Thanks for sharing this painful poem.
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