I was reading through my travel journal for 2005, yesterday.
The Bodhi Tree at the Mahabodhi Temple, Bodhgaya
On 16th March I arrived at Bodhgaya, for my second visit to this lovely small town. Because I was going to be away from England for my eldest daughter’s birthday, she had asked me to write and send her a poem. I wrote this in the evening after visiting the Mahabodhi Temple, and after meeting with Indian friends I had not seen for a year, and thought it entirely suitable to dedicate to her and to send her.
There is a crazy wisdom here;
I am at the heart of all things Buddhist.
Good friends make life bearable.
Gentle people give me hope.
An unexpected friend gives me unlooked-for joy.
I am here,
This is the eye of the hurricane.
The still point in the centre of the universe.
My hope for the world,
My hope for you.
I don’t write a great deal of poetry, because I don’t feel it is really my forte, but in the light of current events around the world, it seems worth posting here. I revised it a little before I sent it, but this was the original draft.
Sending everyone hopes and thoughts of friendship, peace and tolerance.