Call Me By My True Names, by Thich Nhat Hanh

In Plum Village, where I live in France, we receive many letters from the refugee camps in Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, and the Philippines, hundreds each week. It is very painful to read them, but we have to do it, we have to be in contact. We try our best to help, but the suffering is enormous, and sometimes we are discouraged. It is said that half the boat people die in the ocean. Only half arrive at the shores in Southeast Asia, and even then they may not be safe. Continue reading “Call Me By My True Names, by Thich Nhat Hanh”

I Double Dare You, by Pavi Mehta

the edges of things are always deceptive.
because we are taught to believe
in endings and beginnings.

but the truth is:
There Are No Borders.

and all boundaries are lines
drawn in the imagination
(like the equator)

people like to put things
in their places.

(we believe in belonging
somewhere)

this is the problem with
poetry-

(it does not understand
belonging) Continue reading “I Double Dare You, by Pavi Mehta”

Just One Thing: Be Amazed, by Rick Hanson

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” – W.B. Yeats

Last night, stressing about undone tasks, I glanced in a mirror and saw my T-shirt, with its picture of a galaxy and a little sign sticking up out of its outer swirls, saying “You are here.”

A joke gift from my wife, I’ve worn this shirt many times—yet for once it stopped me in my tracks. In William Blake’s phrase, the doors of perception popped open and it really hit me: Yes we are actually here, off to the edge of a vast floating whirlpool of stars, alive and conscious, walking and talking on a big rock circling a bigger burning ball of gas. Here, now, nearly fourteen billion years after the cosmos emerged out of nothing. Continue reading “Just One Thing: Be Amazed, by Rick Hanson”

Arun Dada and Mira Ba, by Nipun Mehta

Two weeks ago, a few of us visited an elderly Gandhian couple in Baroda — Arun Dada and Mira Ba. Now in their 80s, their entire life has been rooted in generosity. As students of Vinoba, they have never put a price tag on their labor. Their presence speaks to a life-long practice of equanimity, trust and compassion. And so do their stories. Continue reading “Arun Dada and Mira Ba, by Nipun Mehta”