I arrive in every second,
in order to laugh and cry…
the rhythm of my heart
is the birth and death of all that are alive.
My joy is like spring
so warm it makes flowers bloom
in my hands.
My pain is like a river
of tears so full it fills up
all the four oceans…
I arrive in every second.
~ from Please Call Me By My True Names ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
As I run beside this two-year-old boy
barefoot and laughing my heart
opens wide, and my own inner
two-year-old peeps out, shy and worried
she’ll do something wrong.
She watches this child who wails
passionately when I take off his dirty
airplane shirt, only stopping
when he feels his anguish
acknowledged by this deep presence
I bring to him. We are healing every
two year old, those stuck in the frightful
past, those here right now,
and all the ones to come. Can you feel
the stirrings of your own heart, no longer
separated by time or space
or any belief of our separation?
My imagination sparks
this innovative human
unrestricted by any need for civilization.
Let his joy welcome every being:
the charmed trash collector, the smiling
gardener waving from a riding
lawn mower, the wagging dogs,
honking geese and rumbling aircraft.
We arrive in this very second
honoring our wildfire passions
united at last on this garden walk,
trampling through the fragrant
flowers to greet every bug
with an exuberant,
Inspired by the Rag Tag Prompt: Imagination
(This video of Mirabai Ceiba sets Thich Nhat Hanh’s lyrics to beautiful music.)