I have promises to keep!

Photo credit: Eleanor Chua.

Aankhon mein mil jaao Zara...

Even if it be by becoming dust

Come mingle with my eyes...

There is a lady who wrote a poem about her husband, who is a student of mine. That student of mine is very fond of my teaching. And she said, "My husband has a mistress, and his mistress is an old man who sometimes dreams of being a cloud." I don’t think that description of me is correct, because I am not dreaming of being a cloud—I am a cloud. At this very moment you could not take the cloud out of me; if you took the cloud out, I would collapse straight away. You cannot take the tree out of me; if you did, I would collapse. So looking deeply into our true nature, we see that what we call self if made only of non-self elements. This is a very important practice, and it does not seem as difficult as we may imagine. So you are the son, but you are not only the son, you are the father. If you take the father out of you, you collapse. You are the continuation of your father, of your mother, of your ancestors. That is non-self. Son is made of father, and father is made of son, and so on. And the practice is that every day we have the opportunity to look at things in such a way—otherwise we live in a very shallow way, and we don’t get to the heart of life. A young man may say, "I hate my father. I don’t want to have anything to do with my father." He is very sincere, because every time he thinks of his father, anger is coming up. It’s very unpleasant, so he wants to separate himself from his father, and he is determined to do so. But how could such a thing be possible? How can you take your father out of you? The hard fact is that you are your father. It’s better to reconcile with your father within. There is no other way out. You can behave like that when you believe in the reality of self, but the moment that you see the true nature of self, you can no longer behave like that. You know that the only way is to accept, to reconcile and to transform. You know that it is the discrimination; it is the ignorance in you, which has caused the suffering.

- Thich Nhat Hanh

Taj Mahal

in the arms of someone I love but don’t know in the dreams of someone I didn’t know was dreaming in a time of peculiar wonder barefoot in the Taj Mahal

jk

a labor of love

is a labor of life

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~ @pocketfullofpoesies