I don’t think of the Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh as a poet, but it turns out he is. I do think of him as a voice for mindfulness, for meditation, for finding happiness in the simplicity of washing dishes or taking a walk. The poetry box sits on the curb, so most of those who interact with it do so while walking. May our walks be peace walks, May our walks be happiness walks.
“We walk for ourselves.
We walk for everyone
always hand in hand.”
Thanks to Meredith for posting this while we were off on our own walking adventures.