30 October 2004
Please Call Me By My True Names
by Thich Nhat Hanh
Do not say that I'll depart
tomorrow
because even today I still
arrive.
Look deeply: I arrive in every
second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings
still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart
of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a
stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh
and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope,
the rhythm of my heart is the
birth and death of all that are alive.
I am the mayfly metamorphosing on
the surface of the river,
and I am the bird, which, when
spring comes,
arrives in time to eat the
mayfly.
I am the frog swimming happily in
the clear water of a pond,
and I am also the grass-snake
who, approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda, all
skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am the 12-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not
yet capable of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands,
and I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor
camp.
My joy is like spring, so warm it
makes flowers bloom in all walks of life.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so full it fills up the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my
laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain
are one.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can
be left open,
the door of compassion.