This week was an evening of poetry -we were asked to bring a poem or other piece of writing which we wanted to share.

 Something which expressed an idea or a feeling which spoke directly to us and that was  refreshing  and inspiring for us. It did not need to be especially Buddhist.

The evening was well attended and nearly everyone read their selected piece of writing.

 It was a special evening in that each person revealed something of themselves and everyone listened. with kindness and sensitivity.

Here are reports from our group in their own words;

Prasiddhi

My poem was The Maple Tree by Clive James, written towards the  end of his life when he was very ill with a type of leukaemia . I am very moved by his equanimity, his understanding  how he can enjoy the beauty of the moment as his life draws to a close and appreciating how other life continues.

Jenny

So my reading doesn’t really have a name because it’s a monologue from a TV program. (The program is called Midnight Mass by Mike Flanagan) However, I would probably call it ‘What happens’  

I have loved this particular piece for a while and have always wanted to read it aloud. It resonated with me in a big way because it is describing what the person thinks happens when they die. I was with my sister when she passed away and ever since I have been searching for meaning in that. It was a very special moment for me to be able to read it to everyone at the Sangha more so than anyone else because I feel that my inner journey of connection to a higher consciousness led me to Buddhism and therefore it’s all connected.

Cathy 

My poem is called The Shape of You by Donna Ashworth.  

After spending the best part of 40 years putting my body through various diets through low self confidence, I’m worn out of trying to achieve the impossible.  This poem gives me permission to be me, unique, flawed-  so what!   

Dave

My poem is quite simply…”Remember”

it is a verse that resonates with me..It came from my yoga teacher who is a very spiritual lass and follows Buddhist principles..She has been reading this verse at her yoga sessions for quite a few weeks now.

Buddhasevaka

My poem was written in the 14th century by a Tibetan philosopher called Tsonkapa. His message, which draws the reader to the preciousness of human life, really resonates with me. I have a serious health condition, which could lead me to present a rather apathetic persona to the world. This poem reminds me just how lucky I am!

The evening then finished with  a short poetic celebration of Green Tara