The Earth remembered when she was dressed in green
When her mountains came down and dipped their toes in the clear waters
When she was called Mother and held in reverence
When the people walked over her surface lightly
The Earth remembered and wept
Her tears washed the lands clean
There came floods and devastation
Then the people remembered and wept.
[This is a poem I wrote, inspired by a dream after hearing the dharma talk “Where are all the Buddhas born” by Reb Anderson]
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