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Please Call Me by My True Names

by Thich Nhat Hanh

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Don't say that I will depart tomorrow --
even today I am still arriving.
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My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter 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 Call Me by My True Names: The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh, by Thich Nhat Hanh
<Poetry Chaikhana | Thich Nhat Hanh - Please Call Me by My True Names
In the Summa Theologiae, Medieval theologian Thomas Aquinas said

 Sloth is "sluggishness of the mind which neglects to begin good... [it] is evil in its effect, if it so oppresses man as to draw him away entirely from good deeds." (2,35, ad 1)

The Pocket Catholic Catechism says:

Sloth is the desire for ease, even at the expense of doing the known will of God. Whatever we do in life requires effort. Everything we do is to be a means of salvation. The slothful person is unwilling to do what God wants because of the effort it takes to do it. Sloth becomes a sin when it slows down and even brings to a halt the energy we must expend in using the means to salvation.

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The Sin of Sloth — Seven Deadly Sins
Greed: Very Low
Gluttony: Low
Wrath: Low
Sloth: High
Envy: Very Low
Lust: Very Low
Pride: Very Low

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The World Is A Beautiful Place

Poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half bad
if it isn't you

Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen

and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling


Thank you to Extra Poem of The Week - Jazzy D's Soul Notes

This is the poem i thought when i read the one by Jack Gilbert
Bur neither compares to Thich Naht Hanh's "Please, Call Me By My True Names."
Dec. 4th, 2016 at 1:00 AM

A Brief For the Defense

Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,
and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit there will be music despite everything.
We stand at the prow again of a small ship
anchored late at night in the tiny port
looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.

by Jack Gilbert
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       All these thoughts
  words arranged on paper,
        come from the Tao
      and return to the Tao.
     Yet they do not touch it.


                                                            has no label,
                                                 compassion has no religion
                                                       wisdom no dogma,
                                                       empathy no rules.

                                                        needs no laws.
                                                 enlightenment no temples,
                                                   Living in total harmony
                                                             with Tao
                                                      is beyond culture,
                                                              with Tao
                                                      beyond philosophy.

                                                   Emptiness and silence
                                                      cannot be defined.
                                                               The Way
                                                           has no name,
                                                                for it is

Taoism.net / TrueTao.org
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