Buddha Sangha

Buddha Sangha

I prayed for a Hero.
The chosen One to lead us from chaos to balance.
I waited. None came.

From the sanctuary of the old forest, they called out:
“Guardians of the Earth, rise!
Give life to a new golden age.
Let love and compassion, at last,
Unite the peoples of the four cardinal points.”

Not a Hero they said.
A tribe of the awakened,
scattered to the winds.
A tribe of stars, children of light,
spread across the sky.

So, to my dear ones, my tribe, I pray:

Although we feel the pain of this moment,
the seeds are growing — a new world within.
Though the light of the new day is still in shadow,
Can you feel how it burns ever brighter?

Perhaps, like me, you are afraid.
Dear one, know that you are strong,
by the grace of the gifts of those who bore you,
those who survived the unsurvivable.

Although we must walk our own path,
She will bring us together to be held.
Though the world may seem loveless in the dark,
Remember to feel the Great Mother’s love,
It is all around you, breathe it in.

Although I do not know your name, I know your soul.
Though I do not know your spirit, I feel your courage.
Though I do not know your mind, I share your dreams.
Though we are many, we are of one heart.

Though we are far apart,
We are not alone.

Don’t believe them when they say:
‘It’s impossible’.
They do not yet know,
Together, we can walk beside them,
showing the way, tenderly.

Until we are reunited, dear ones:

Plant the seeds, water the shoots.
Share your gifts, breathe in love.
Follow your feet, surrender to the river.
Tend to your heart, your sorrow.
Dance with the clay, find harmony in chaos.
Love this world fiercely, claim your place.

I will be looking for you,
So find me in the face of each new stranger.
I am with you, everywhere and always.

We make our stand, together.