May the Door of My Heart Be Left Open… Thich Nhat Hanh

Many Teachers have come

and many have gone.

Jesus came and He is gone.

It is said that he will come again.


Many Great Teachers suffered persecution;

their words inflammatory and dangerous.

Words like;



Peace and


Dangerous Words from Great Teachers.

 Gautama Buddha, Gandhi,

Joan of Arc, Dorothy Day


and Jesus.

Jesus lives on in his teachings and his work.

WE choose which words to live be.

WE choose how to live.

As Debbie at  Two Minutes of Grace    reminds us:

What Did Jesus Do?

That is what I want to take away

What do I Do?

How do I live so that my Heart may be left open?







is a start….

Peace to you on this Glorious day,



Call Me by My True Names

by Thich Nhat Hanh

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
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,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,
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

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my
and I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to, my
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all
walks of life.
My pain if like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs 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 so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.

From: Peace is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life

Zen Master, poet, peace and human rights activist, Thich Nhat Hanh was born in central Vietnam in 1926 and joined the monkhood at the age of 16.

About Thich Nhat Hanh

~ by Step On a Crack on April 7, 2012.

22 Responses to “May the Door of My Heart Be Left Open… Thich Nhat Hanh”

  1. and to you too!


  2. and so it is.


  3. Great quotes, I really love Thich Nhat Hanh’s teachings!


  4. It can be scary to leave the door open, but compassion needs a lot of room to spread out.
    Thank you, dear friend, for always encouraging us to care still more.
    love to you this Easter morning,


  5. Yes, Great Men and Women have a habit of uttering dangerous words like Peace, Love…

    But we embrace danger, don’t we 🙂

    Luv and peace Jen – Eric


  6. Jen–Good morning. May Easter bring you peace.


    • Dear Heidi,

      Happy belated Easter to you also my Friend.I miss Holy week already

      oh! Wait! Every week can be Holy Week in my Heart.

      BTW I have a new mantra: “No is a complete sentence”

      I miss it HERE with you guys…

      Love, Jen


  7. beautiful. thank you. a perfect piece of chocolate!


  8. I love this Jen. I love your words. You know love and God. I am a fan of the teachings you mention. There are many great teachers … many who are with us. The dalai lama is one of my favorites … What time is it btw? 😉

    I know it is dangerous to mix and match, and i admire ALL WHO GO THEIR OWN WAY.

    Tribe 🙂 XO mel

    Happy Love and Rebirth Day, and go forth and be of good courage says Harper Power … and run around and have some fun, get your fur fluffed and your ears scratched!!! Snuggle up with the family! Big time.


    • Mel! OK you Old HP (Harper Power; way to go Al yes?!?) is propelling me through the last week or so (more? month?)

      I miss you and I miss being here. BALANCE said HP. (you and I both know I am SO good at balance….NOT)

      I LOVE all the wise teachers who have come to preach and teach Peace. THAT is Universal Truth in MY book!



  9. Thanks Jen, I’ve had a reflective week with my kids ending this Easter weekend, makes you reflect on what’s important! Nice post 🙂



    • Captain!

      I have been hunkered down; not exactly a fox hole, but often feels like it of late.

      Thank you for being here and I am SO happy that this post touched you. THAT is the highest compliment. Yes?

      I love YOUR comment: reflect on what is important….

      I am going to chew on that in my old fox hole..

      Thank you Captain!

      Peace, Jen


  10. Hey my dear friend, love the poems your posting. I do hope your okay. Maiya


    • Dear Dear Maiya!

      Thank you so much for being here! I am NOT doing OK. Too much death, too much violent death in too few weeks. We have a small community and it hits hard. It has triggered my PTSD and my sons. YOU know the Prime Directive: Kid first. He is on even footing now. Wheww.

      Now it is time to find my broken center laying somewhere amidst the rubble and put the pieces back. My my… Life Love and FREEDOM are precious. How are you my Friend? You are always in my prayers..

      Love Jen


  11. I love your words, especially the shapes their combination make on the page.


    • Hello there!

      Thank you SO much for being here… I have been hunkered down recovering from some very difficult life stuff.

      You know, what I write here is prose (unless I specify it is a poem) I started formatting it this way to make it easy to read (and I can’t figure out how to single space my stuff when I want to…) I too have found the shapes very interesting. As a Poet first, Prose second, writer, I find the shapes to be a guide to the rhythm of the piece. This is often utilized in poetry. Funny how I accidentally am turning my prose into some poetry prose hybrid.

      Thank you for noticing!

      Peace, Jen


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