Teacher

Thich Nhat Hanh

I never met him,

this gentle man whose words

have changed the way

I think

about how I love

and how I die.

In his absence I feel hollow,

Until I walk slowly under the old oak.

And there I hear him,

see his gentle smile in the sun filtering through the leaves,

feel his touch in the breeze

that finds my face with a soft caress.