This poem came out of a moment of holding the space and being present for a little girl who had not been accustomed to such moments in her life.
Roses, Street Toughs, and the Dalai Lama
The Lama says
angry people
are only that way because
they are frustrated
in their search
for compassion.
So when the little girl
cursed
at the neighbor’s dog,
I picked roses and calculated the odds
of softening a street toughened nine-year-old.
I walked over,
smiled and handed
her a fistful of
roses
wrapped in a damp towel.
I told her she might
put them in water.
She froze. Smiled.
Then reached out with both hands, shyly,
as if accepting
a June bride’s bouquet.
She lowered her nose to them
and inhaled.
She thanked me
twice.
“They smell beautiful,” she said.
She left with them and
within minutes returned
to my garden, curious now
about my pruner and spray bottle.
She followed me
while I explained blackspot,
organics,and beneficials.
I waited for her
to trudge off, sullen and bored,
but she listened
and then asked more questions.
She thanked me
again
before going home and I
was left to think
about the Lama,
and the net gain.
Not about compassion,
or sentient beings,
but a nine year old girl
carrying roses.
-Maria Mandarino
8-21-99