FOOTPRINTS ON THE SAND’S OF TIME

Morning came, the dead city awoke .. To a page of history that blackened the sky, The sea, the earth .... Making a sweet today ... to an unknown
tomorrow.. and a dead yesterday ..With many a question left behind ..
Did they remember the wrongs they did ..of acts unkind ... or did they
carry them, across the gulf of sleep ..or take another burden, another leap into the unfathomed dark skies .. or quenched the glowing embers that
burn ....from life to life.. sad earth .... A guilt not yours-has burdened you
with tears .. yet a distant light ... gave hope.. kindness that sprang in every hearts .. Faster, faster than the wind they came ..one an all .... across the
land, ..across the seas ..To give their mirth, their laughter .... and ..Their
worth .... in a flash .... to help ...to redeem ... the fallen ... caught up in
Tsunami’s deadly grip ... Far across the seas they came
As brothers fond ... to help, to nourish ..Heart and soul
You stretched your arms ... uncaring ..for the blood that spread upon your palms ..That gave us light to see ... that ..no color bar ... no enmity ... no boundaries .. came in between... They are only a mirage ... divisions all ...
an optical illusion ... that bind us to ..Pride ... hatred ... and revenge .. You
did see the pain from afar.. You felt the hearts beating ... and the cries ..of
pain in your ears ... Cries of anguish ... but the ocean’s grip was tight ...
Those that remain ..Cry out – A thanksgiving ... to you ...
one and all from the SAFFRON ROBED MONK
to the highest in the land, in one voice says ... A noontide have you been in our twilight ..and gave us hopes ... and dreams .. of
A happy tomorrow – let not the waves separate us anymore
Let not the time spent be only a memory ... But let it make an island of wisdom ...That no flood can overcome ...When the coarse impurities are
scattered the good shall thrive for everyday. The sower wakes only to reap

With Metta
                                      - Bhikkhuni Kamala