One place on earth where I derive a good deal of positive, healing energy is at Plum Village, Thich Nhat Hanh’s retreat center in southern France. It is a place to practice mindfulness alone and in the presence of others.
I’d like to share another poem from Thich Nhat Hanh with you – from Call Me By My True Names, (p. 167).
Twenty-Four Brand-New Hours
Waking up this morning, I see the blue sky.
I join my hands in thanks
for the many wonders of life;
in having twenty-four brand-new hours before me.
The sun is rising.
The forest becomes my awareness
bathed in the sunshine.
I walk across a field of sunflowers.
Tens of thousands of flowers are turned toward the bright east.
My awareness is like the sun.
My hands are sowing seeds for the next harvest.
My ear is filled with the sound of the rising tide.
In the magnificent sky, clouds are approaching
and joy from many directions.
I can see the fragrant lotus ponds of my homeland.
I can see coconut trees along the rivers.
I can see rice fields stretching, stretching, laughing at the sun and rain.
Mother Earth gives us coriander, basil, celery, mint.
Tomorrow the hills and mountains of the country will be green again.
Tomorrow the buds of life will spring up quickly.
Folk poetry will be as sweet as the songs of children.
I send my gratitude for all you do in each of your lives.