Zen master
Thich Naht Hahn lived through the horrors of the Vietnam War. His compassion is
rooted in the suffering caused by war: ‘In my morning coffee there is a drop of
blood…let me weep through your eyes//because I no longer have eyes.//Let me
walk on your feet, //because I have no feet.//With my hands/I am touching your
nightmare….(‘Mudra’) Can such deep
wounds be healed? Yes, says Thay; “Compassion springs from the heart, as pure,
refreshing water, healing the wounds of life.” It’s been said that God is a
verb. All things big and small are made up of love and light. The rain falls through our hearts and
dissolves the crumbling ruins of our universal dark night of the soul. It
restores us to life.
Ref: Thich
Naht Hahn; ‘Mudra,’ call me by my true names
Artist:
Pablo Picasso
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