Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow — even today I am still arriving.
Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, 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, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive.
I am a mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.
I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently 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 twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am also 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 all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughter 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 the door of my heart could be left open, the door of compassion.
- Thich Nhat Hanh -
It has become obvious to me that we are all playing in a cosmic orchestra, that we are all integral parts of a giant heart-brain we call the Universe. We are living a drama of consciousness and love, love lost and love found. We lose our way in this drama by focusing exclusively on survival of our individual self and our personal self image.
The human kindness that arises out of a felt sense of connection and commonality is in its nascent stages even though humans have been in this cauldron for time immemorial. We’re just getting started realizing what kind of beings we are and what our situation is. The language of the avatars in our midst seems poetic but we seldom really catch the drift of what they’re trying to tell us.
The brain is good at taking everything apart down to its subatomic components but Reality is hiding in the heart. Humans have lost contact with heart values. They are trying to live from so-called rational values, although if we were really rational we wouldn’t be killing the planet we live on.
We are stampeding toward the cliffs because of lack of vision. The deep vision articulated by Thich Nhat Hanh has the power to save the world if enough people lived by it, but that’s not our situation. Our culture is built on separation and competition. We are at each other’s throats because we can’t see the broader context of our existence. We can’t see that we are all the fingers and toes of God, regardless what color, culture or life form we have assumed for our present passage through the world.
We are convinced that our little world of separation is real and we refuse to consider the vision of connection and compassion of those strange people, the poets, artists and visionaries, who point out our blindness.
Ancient native cultures, who lacked our quantum physics, saw more deeply than we do. They knew they were related to everything because they looked at the world through the heart more than the brain. Reason gets lost without the heart to guide it.
Few human cultures proceed by heart values anymore, a situation that puts us all in danger. The great extinction we are seeing in the world now is a failure to see, love and care for the miracle we are born to.
This time calls for visionaries of the heart.