After an enjoyable writers’ workshop this morning where I was introduced to a poem from Thich Naht Hahn that I didn’t know, I had shopping to do in Redruth. In one window was a charming Seagull, further along, an amusing and unique hanging basket and along the lane to the car park, another delightful piece of street art, a huge vase of sunflowers. Of course, that reminded me of our dear Ukrainian friends to whom I send love in this post.
And here is the poem, “The Good News”, to which we all responded positively. We then each wrote our own version and they were a joy to listen to as well as to write. It’s World Poetry Day too….
The good news
they do not print.
The good news
we do print.
We have a special edition every moment,
and we need you to read it.
The good news is that you are alive,
that the linden tree is still there,
standing firm in the harsh winter.
The good news is that you have wonderful eyes
to touch the blue sky.
The good news is that your child is there before you,
and your arms are available:
hugging is possible.
They only print what is wrong.
Look at each of our special editions.
We always offer the things that are not wrong.
We want you to benefit from them
and help protect them.
The dandelion is there by the sidewalk,
smiling its wondrous smile,
singing the song of eternity.
Listen. You have ears that can hear it.
Bow your head.
Listen to it.
Leave behind the world of sorrow,
and get free.
The latest good news
is that you can do it.
by Thich Nhat Hanh