The flame is born to shine,
But can only shape to a rhyme,
When a breeze chooses to chime.
The earth is bound to hold,
But whether that is grain or gold,
Plots the potter when it is mold.
The flying fragrance of the flower,
Follows the hand that plucks forever,
Destined to where it’s smell shall shower.
So, to those who rid you of platitude,
For your fame, fortune, and fortitude,
For them, spare a thought of gratitude.
Gratitude is called kataññutā in Pali. The word consists of two parts: kata, which means that which has been done, especially to oneself; and annuta means knowing or recognizing. So katannuta means knowing and recognizing what has been done to one for one’s benefit.