Turn hatred into a rosebush in the garden of your silence.
Receive as offerings the arrows that shoot you.
Clean the dark adherences carried by each word:
When passing from mind to mind they cease to be
Translucent coffers and become opaque moons.
In mute lands grows the golden flower.
Such beautiful thoughts! Hard to practice.... but once we succeed, life will surely turn beautiful!
I'm not a Zen Buddhist but I love Alejandro's way of thinking. His empathy is enriching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved it again...We can collect the abandoned woods and make shelter for us, we can take those sharp glass into an art and we take all the pains to be stronger...there is always beautiful after ugly, if we knows how nothing is exist just to be ugly but with hidden values that require bravery to change it..to beautify...we can..but do we really ready? :)
I think we must always try, Unwritten Soul. We may not always succeed but if our intentions are good, maybe that's enough.