Pomegranate I open my chest and birds flock out.In my mother’s garden, the roses flaretoward the sun, but I am an arrow pointing back.I am Persephone,a virgin abducted. In the Underworld,I starve a seasonwhile the world wilts into the ghostof a summer backyard.My hunger open and raw. I lay next to a manwho did not… Continue reading Cathy Linh Che
We have a tendency to think in terms of doing and not in terms of being. We think that when we’re not doing anything, we’re wasting our time. But that’s not true. Our time is first of all for us to be. To be what? To be alive, to be peaceful, to be joyful, to… Continue reading Thich Nhat Hanh
People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar. — Thich Nhat Hanh
“In us, there is a river of feelings, in which every drop of water is a different feeling, and each feeling relies on all the others for its existence. To observe it, we just sit on the bank of the river and identify each feeling as it surfaces, flows by, and disappears. – Thich Nhat… Continue reading Thich Nhat Hanh
Tomorrow, if we should drift apart, I shall find you by this picture. — John Balaban, from “The Painting,” Ca Dao Vietnam: Vietnamese Folk Poetry. Translated by John Balaban. (Copper Canyon Press 2003)
Come to me, squeeze my hand, know my loneliness, and give me the love, the strength to prevail on the perilous road before me. ― Dang Thuy Tram
The Vale of Soul-Making 