Our beloved teacher, Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh (affectionately known as Thay by his students, which means “teacher” in Vietnamese), has died. At 95, he passed away at his root temple in Hue, Vietnam on January 22nd, 2022 (which was Jan 21st for those of living here in the U.S).
I feel very fortunate to be currently residing for a few months here at Deer Park Monastery, our tradition’s practice center located in southern California. Since his death, we have entered a 7-day retreat here at Deer Park, to honor, mourn, and commemorate our dear teacher.
With deep gratitude for my teacher; for being his continuation; for being a practitioner on the path of practice, please allow me to share some of the poems I’ve written this past week in his honor, along with a few pictures I’ve taken here at Deer Park:
95-years and now you are extinguished. My beloved teacher, I will miss you. Beside my sorrow is also my joy for being your continuation. My feet are your feet. My smile is your smile. Though you are gone we can never be apart. _________ Yes, impermanence, it is easy to see you in autumn, when summer is bending to the breath of winter. It is easy to see you in a flower once bright and beaming now wilting and sour. It is easy to grant you permission to raise an infant into a child. But oh how our allowance does not extend beyond the veil of this body; our own mind. _______Continue reading