How wonderful,
The honor and privilege
To bow
To your teacher,
Loved one, friend,
Even a stranger
Or an enemy.
To the Buddha-to-be
Within each one.
With palms together,
As if holding a flower
That is bending toward them,
As you look into their eyes
To their soul
To become one.
Bill Menza
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How wonderful,
The honor and privilege
To bow
To your teacher,
Loved one, friend,
Even a stranger
Or an enemy.
To the Buddha-to-be
Within each one.
With palms together,
As if holding a flower
That is bending toward them,
As you look into their eyes
To their soul
To become one.
Bill Menza
