Bhikshuni Vasetthi: Oh, My Heart
I called out to my grief and drew it toward me.
I held my grief and gently rocked it.
Shh, I said. There, there. There, there.
Uttara: Fire
As dawn was breaking,
wisdom rose in the east—
and set fire to the long dark night.
Bhikshuni Mahaprajapati: What mother doesn’t see a Buddha in her child?
To care for all the children, without exception, as though each will someday be the one to show us all the way home: that is the Path.
Bhikshuni Sama: Without Argument
When I was young, my mother told me that I would find true happiness only in marriage.
Bhikshuni Vijaya: Keep Going
Sometimes the most direct path is not a straight line.
Louie Skipper: Every Guide
Even in death a man who sets out to find himself
has already lost his way.
Bhikshuni Ubbiri: A Voice Calling Back
84,000 daughters, all named Jiva, have died and been buried here in this boundless cemetery you call a world.
Ikkyu: Love Letters
love letters
sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon
Bhikshuni Chitta: On the Wind
At the top of the mountain, I spread my outer robe on a rock to dry, set down my staff and bowl, took a deep breath, and looked around.
Bhikshuni Anyatara: Out in a Field
Then one morning, there I was, an old woman.
Where had I gotten in all those years on the Path?
That night I slept out in a field, and it rained.