Today I read with sadness about the death of Thich Nhat Hahn, the great Zen Master. At 95 he had lived a long life during which he contributed much to our understanding of mindfulness and how to live a full life despite its inevitable disappointments and injuries.
I first encountered his writings many years ago, bought a book of his poems, and was particularly moved by his, Please Call Me By My True Names. For me, this poem expresses the essence of what Thich Nhat Hahn, and the Dalai Lama as well, represent. It is one of my favorite poems of all time, one to which I have returned from time to time for years when in need of grounding, I commend it to your attention. You can hear it spoken here by the Zen Master himself:
When you attend carefully to the words, you will understand the title of this post. And perhaps everything else.