Green Garden
Green Garden
Fires spring up at ten points of the universe.
A furious acrid wind sweeps to ward us from all sides.
Aloof and beautiful,the mountain and rivers abide.
All around , the horizon burns with the color of love.
Ask for me, yes, I am still alive,
but my body and soul writhe as if they too had been set on fire.
My parched eyes can shed no more tears.
Where are you going this evening, dear beloved;
in what direction?
The rattle of gunfire is close at my hand.
In my breast the heart of our mother
shrivels and fades like a dying flower.
Dearest beloved; I know it is you you will shoot me tonight,
piercing our mother's heart with a wound that can never heal,
ohh,terrible winds that blow from the ends of the earth,
burling down our house and blasting our fields!
Here is my breast! Aim your gun at it, beloved,shoot!
I offer my body, the body our mother bore and nurtured.
Destroy it if you wish.
Destroy it in the name of love.
Can you hear me invoke the darkness
When will the suffering end
O darkness, in whose name do you destroy?
Come back dear beloved don't sacrifice our green garden
to the ragged flames that have been carried into the dooryard
by wild wind from far away.
Here is my breast. Aim your gun at it beloved, shoot!
Destroy me if you wish and build from my carrion what ever it is.
Yet in the garden a new rose , with moist petals uncurling,
blooms on the bush.
And I am alive
Still breathing the fragrance of rose.
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Thanks Anne!
Submitted by ruth_mostrales on January 30, 2009 - 11:19am.
wow, ang ganda ng poem ni Thich Nhat Hanh! Haay, nasapul ako. Ang galing. Salamat tinayp mo pa lahat! Salamat Anne!
Ruthie
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Ha?
Submitted by sinta isaac on January 28, 2009 - 2:27pm.
Sorry girl ha...
Alam ko tung poem na 'to, saulo ko pa nga, hindi sa pagyayabang...
Pero tama si adle, kulang kulang yung post mo eh.
sana next time, isulat mo sa ilalim(o sa unahan o sa tagiliran) kung sa'n mo nakuha yung tula para maiwasan mong makakuha ng bad comment.
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Aw ... geez!
Submitted by Pmel on January 28, 2009 - 3:38pm.
This girl sure knows how to make people laugh! ;)
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It's okay to be mataray once in a while.
Submitted by Pmel on January 30, 2009 - 3:02pm.
Some people aren't used to it when you're like that all of a sudden though. I should know. ^^;
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OMG
Submitted by indelible on January 30, 2009 - 9:37am.
How dare you callie...
PABORITO KO TONG POEM NA TO SO IKAW NA PALA ANG BAGONG WRITER NYAN KAW NA PALA ANG BAGO KONG IDOL HINDI NA SI SINTA!!!!!
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....:(
Submitted by rEese on January 30, 2009 - 12:31pm.
nakakainis...sana hindi ka na lang nagpost....
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MALI AT KULANG ANG PAGKAKA-KOPYA MO.
OUR GREEN GARDEN
By Thich Nhat Hanh
Fires spring up at all ten points of the universe.
A furious, acrid wind sweeps them toward us from all sides.
Aloof and beautiful, the mountain and rivers abide.
All around, the horizon burns with the color of death.
As for me, yes, I am still alive,
but my body and soul writhe as if they too
had been set on fire.
My parched eyes can shed no more tears.
Where are you going this evening, dear brother,
in what direction?
The rattle of gunfire is close at band.
In her breast, the heart of our mother
shrivels and fades
like a dying flower.
She bows her head, the smooth black hair
now threaded with white.
How many nights has she crouched, wide awake,
alone with her lantern, praying for the storm to end?
Dearest brother, I know it is you who will shoot me tonight,
piercing our mother's heart with a wound
that can never heal
O terrible winds that blow from the ends of the Earth,
hurling down our houses and blastin our fertile fields!
I say farewell to the blazing, blackening place
where I was born.
Here is my breast! Aim your gun at it, brother, shoot!
I offer my body, the body our mother bore and nurtured.
Destroy it if you wish.
Destroy it in the name of your dream-
that dream in whose name you kill.
Can you hear me invoke the darkness,
"When will the suffering end?
O darkness, in whose name do you destroy?
Come back, dear brother, and kneel at our mother's knee.
Don't sacrifice our green garden
to the ragged flames that have been carried into the dooryard
by the wild winds from far away.
Here is my breast. Aim your gun at it, brother, shoot!
Destroy me if you wish
and build from my carrion
whatever it is
you are dreaming of.
Who will be left to celebrate a victory
made of blood and fire?
PASALAMAT TAYO AT MAY INTERNET. KUNG HINDI DAHIL DITO, HINDI KITA MAKO-CORRECT. PAKI BAGO MO YUNG TITLE, WORDS NA INIBA MO AT KUMPLETUHIN MO ANG TULA. SALAMAT!
HAVE A GOOD NIGHT.