... Victims & Victimisers We are all victims and victimisers of each other, in one way or another, directly or indirectly, by the things we do and not do... inMessage 1 of 1 , Aug 5, 2002View Source
Victims & Victimisers
We are all victims and victimisers of each other,
in one way or another,
directly or indirectly,
by the things we do and not do...
in an infinitely closely-knitted web of interdependence.
We are mirrors of each other.
So let's forgive each other.
This, I reckon, is the first step of being a true Bodhisattva-
to let go of all our grievances to all beings,
so that we can begin to attempt to love them all.
Please 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 a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond,
and I am 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 pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.
I am 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 is like a river of tears, so full it fills
all 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.