Poem: Tribute to Thich Nhat Hanh

I sit quietly

in this moment

 with a slight lift

 of the hips,

 legs folded,

 little finger

 touching thumb,

 heart and crown

 toward the sky,

 lips parted.

 I breathe in.

 I breathe out.

 I breathe in.

 I breathe out,

 gently gazing down,

 following my breath,

 distracted at times,

 returning to my drishti


 and again.




Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

2 comments on “Poem: Tribute to Thich Nhat Hanh

  1. Irene Ruiz

    Oh! If only I could do that, that must be so relaxing!

  2. Irene, you can. Anyone can. You have to want it enough. Just like knitting, you wanted to learn to knit and you did. Now you can knit with the best of them.

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