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Thich Nhat Hanh update 01.03.15…

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dearest friends ~

for those who are new to my blog, Thich Nhath Hanh, the Zen Master, poet and peace activist whom i consider my root teacher suffered a severe brain hemorrhage in November.  for much of the time since then, although showing some response and being wakeful a bit of the day, he slept most hours and was considered in a comatose state. Plum Village the main monastery in his tradition publishes updates every so often.  this latest bit of news was a significant step forward and i am grateful for it.  please keep the good and healing energy, meditations, and prayers flowing toward Thay as he continues the path of recovery.

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thank you for your love and generosity of heart!
peace
~j
01.04.15

i am here to be Love…

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…i’m a bit behind with this, because stayed offline for most of yesterday until that late hours. this is a favorite quote near this time of year and i think a wonderful meditations peace:
“We are all meant to be mothers of God…for God is always needing to be born.” ~ Meister Eckhart

…for me this manifests in a mantra that i use to use – “i am here to Love…”
this mantra has evolved a bit this past year into “i am here to be Love…”

surely, true love is a choice and more of a verb because it comes to life in our actions, our kindness and compassion. but can we take it one step further and be willing and open to be an incarnation of Love? are we willing and open to embody Love? where we are aware that Love is our very ground of being, where Love is our reference point, our compass, our lens to see through, and our vehicle to move in?

…something to think about.
~j
12.26.14

to be love ENSO original

For Warmth, a poem by Thich Nhat Hanh…

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I hold my face in my two hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep the loneliness warm –
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.

~Thich Nhat Hanh
(written after the bombing of Ben Tre, during the Vietnam War)