my friends ~

i haven’t been writing lately.  words, for the time, have escaped me.  i simply don’t have anything to say.  i did come across, today, a poem by Thich Nhat Hanh, however, which i’d like to share.

he wrote this poem after the town of Ben Tre had been bombed by U.S. forces during the Vietnam war.  this poem is about anger. i was taken back when i read it today. only hours earlier, i sat in the green-room at work (dealing with my own anger and hurt) with my face in my two hands…comforted as i simply would breathe in and out. now for Thay’s words ~

I hold my face in my two hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep my loneliness warm –
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.