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.
As dawn was breaking,
wisdom rose in the east—
and set fire to the long dark night.
Therigatha: Fall on your knees and weep
If you really want to cry for somebody,
why not cry for yourself?
Why not cry for all of us,
who are just passing through?
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.
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.
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.