A Simple Poem — Upon the Passing of Thich Nhat Hanh

I wrote this yesterday upon hearing of the passing of the Buddhist monk and Zen master, Thich Nhat Hanh, at the age of 95. 

 

 

Simple Poem

— after Thich Nhat Hanh

Nothing is bigger

than the wee chickadee

in her cup-shaped nest.

Not the tall mountain,

not the deep blue sea —

not you, and not me.

 


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