Tamarind

Nobody knows where my Tamarind stood

Just by a winding lane.

Each year it gave me fruit and shade, and drew

Me to my home again.

I loved to sit beneath her shady boughs,

And rest up for a while,

To gaze out upon the distant blue hills,

With laughter and a smile.

And now that I’m back, I’m eager to find,

My tamarind again.

I hasten down to that favourite spot,

I search… but search in vain.

Then I stop and I stare; I stand quite still

I listen to my heart.

That magnificent tree, that was my life,

Has just been ripped apart.

I turn to the hills, my eyes filled with tears

For sure, I’ve lost my soul.

Where once it stood tall, there’s nothing there now,

Merely an empty hole.

Anonymous

Evil Combo – Cold and Stone Hearted

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

Thomas Campbell   poet

The heart of a human being is no different from the soul of heaven and earth. In your practice always keep in your thoughts the interaction of heaven and earth, water and fire, yin and yang.

Morihei Ueshiba martial artist