Memories of a Young Buddhist Spy
By Laura Hassler the pine gate closeda scintillating arrowleaves thetrembling string air ripsthe sun explodesorange blossoms fall, fall cover the yardThere is the shadowof infinity nhat hanh Written for Laura Hassler upon her return from Vietnam Judy Forilla was my code name, for telegram messages back to Thich Nhat Hanh and Cao Ngoc Phuong (later […]