How can we be so cruel to one another?

[AllenVanAllen]

Is the question that comes to mind when I think of the how many Americans suffer from our lack of a universal healthcare system.
Why are Americans so reluctant to open their hearts and treat healthcare as a human right?

The times when I am most frustrated about this, it always helps me to read a poem I have hung in my studio called Call Me by My True Names by Thich Nhat Hanh. I can't read it without being deeply touched and left with an open heart, even for the villains of this world.
I would like to share it with you now.





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
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 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 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.




Have a peaceful day! :hi:

[I Have A Dream]

1. Thank you for this, AllenVanAllen.

:hug:

[AllenVanAllen]

2. You are very welcome!

This poem is dear to my heart. I have to say the first time I read it I didn't completely comprehend it but over the years it has become profound. Thich Nhat Hanh is such a wonderful teacher. Take care! :hug: