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Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow, because even today i still arrive 3 novembre 2013

Filed under: bouddhisme,citations et poemes,formation personnelle — yogasophie @ 8:46

I just returned from a beautiful meditation retreat with Charles Genoud, and I would like to share some of his insights and teachings.



In a vipassana meditation retreat, we are sitting or walking, seeking to develop an attitude of total awareness and presence…

But is it not impossible not to be present ? We cannot be in the future, nor in the past, because the future and the past do not exist. Ony the present moment exists.

Yet we must acknowldegd that much of our life goes by without our being fully aware of it. We are daydreaming about another time or another place, we are not aware of the present circumstances because we are sad and depressed and therefore see our world as depressing and sad… or we are simply acting in view of something else – walking only to be someplace esle later, sitting and restlessly waiting for the bell, reading but inwardly thinking « 2 more pages then I will go make dinner »…

What makes us want to not be here ? Do we not want to live life more fully, to be here when life happens ? Little by little, day by day we can train our minds to take on a attitude of curiosity and openness.

During the weekend, this quote by Thich Nhat Hahn came to me

« Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow, because even today i still arrive »


As an inspiration, here is the full poem :

Call Me by My True Names

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.

Thich Nhat Hanh

thich nhat hanh


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