<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>thich-nhat-hanh — All Is Well in the Great Mess</title><link>https://lstd.to/@alliswellinthegreatmess/tags/thich-nhat-hanh/</link><description>Posts tagged thich-nhat-hanh on All Is Well in the Great Mess</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-US</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://lstd.to/@alliswellinthegreatmess/tags/thich-nhat-hanh/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Cloud Never Dies</title><link>https://lstd.to/@alliswellinthegreatmess/posts/20260910181824/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://lstd.to/@alliswellinthegreatmess/posts/20260910181824/</guid><description>&amp;lt;div style=&amp;#34;position: relative; padding-bottom: 56.25%; height: 0; overflow: hidden;&amp;#34;&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;#x9;&amp;#x9;&amp;#x9;&amp;lt;iframe allow=&amp;#34;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share; fullscreen&amp;#34; loading=&amp;#34;eager&amp;#34; referrerpolicy=&amp;#34;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&amp;#34; src=&amp;#34;https://www.youtube.com/embed/PKv95cdgC_g?autoplay=0&amp;amp;amp;controls=1&amp;amp;amp;end=0&amp;amp;amp;loop=0&amp;amp;amp;mute=0&amp;amp;amp;start=0&amp;#34; style=&amp;#34;position: absolute; top: 0; left: 0; width: 100%; height: 100%; border:0;&amp;#34; title=&amp;#34;YouTube video&amp;#34;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/iframe&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;#x9;&amp;#x9;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;amp;lsquo;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;#34;https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2331100/&amp;#34;&amp;gt;Walk With Me&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;amp;rsquo; is a meditative film about a community of Zen Buddhist monks and nuns who have dedicated their lives to mastering the art of mindfulness with their world-famous teacher &amp;lt;a href=&amp;#34;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Th%C3%ADch_Nh%E1%BA%A5t_H%E1%BA%A1nh&amp;#34;&amp;gt;Thích Nhât Hanh&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;This clip from the documentary shows a young girl whose dog has died and who is telling him about it.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;“I had a doggy and my doggy died and I was very sad,”&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; she said. &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;“So I don’t know how to be not so sad.”&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Thích Nhât Hanh looked at her with great compassion and he said, &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;“This is a very difficult question. Suppose you look up into the sky and you see a beautiful cloud, and you like the cloud so much, and suddenly the cloud is no longer there.”&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; He added, &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;“And you think that the cloud has passed away. Where is my beloved cloud now?”&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;But he then offered, &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;“So if you have time to reflect, to look, you’ll see that the cloud has not died, has not passed away. The cloud has become the rain. And when you look at the rain you see your cloud.”&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;And he continued, &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;“And when you drink your tea mindfully, you can see the rain in your tea, and your cloud in your tea, and you can say ‘Hello, my cloud! I know you have not died. You are still alive in a new form.”&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;“So doggy is the same,”&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; he said as he looked to her. &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;“And if you look really deeply, you can see doggy in its new form.”&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;He words were met with an understanding smile from the girl. 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font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;&amp;#34;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;#34;https://soundcloud.com/alliswellinthegreatmess&amp;#34; title=&amp;#34;All Is Well In The Great Mess&amp;#34; target=&amp;#34;_blank&amp;#34; style=&amp;#34;color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;&amp;#34;&amp;gt;All Is Well In The Great Mess&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; · &amp;lt;a href=&amp;#34;https://soundcloud.com/alliswellinthegreatmess/thich-nhat-hanh-please-call-me-by-my-true-names&amp;#34; title=&amp;#34;Thich Nhat Hanh - Please Call Me by My True Names&amp;#34; target=&amp;#34;_blank&amp;#34; style=&amp;#34;color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;&amp;#34;&amp;gt;Thich Nhat Hanh - Please Call Me by My True Names&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow —&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;even today I am still arriving.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Look deeply: every second I am arriving&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;to be a bud on a Spring branch,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;learning to sing in my new nest,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;to fear and to hope.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;of all that is alive.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I am the mayfly metamorphosing&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;on the surface of the river.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;And I am the bird&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I am the frog swimming happily&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;in the clear water of a pond.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;And I am the grass-snake&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;that silently feeds itself on the frog.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;And I am the arms merchant,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;selling deadly weapons to Uganda.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I am the twelve-year-old girl,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;refugee on a small boat,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;who throws herself into the ocean&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;after being raped by a sea pirate.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;And I am the pirate,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;my heart not yet capable&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;of seeing and loving.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I am a member of the politburo,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;with plenty of power in my hands.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;And I am the man who has to pay&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;his “debt of blood” to my people&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;My joy is like Spring, so warm&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;My pain is like a river of tears,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;so vast it fills the four oceans.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Please call me by my true names,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;so I can see that my joy and pain are one.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Please call me by my true names,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;so I can wake up,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;and so the door of my heart&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;can be left open,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;the door of compassion.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;amp;ndash; &amp;lt;cite&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;, *11 October 1926 - †22 January 2022&amp;lt;/cite&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;</description></item><item><title/><link>https://lstd.to/@alliswellinthegreatmess/posts/20220122133554/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2022 13:35:54 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://lstd.to/@alliswellinthegreatmess/posts/20220122133554/</guid><description>&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;We have a tendency to think&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;in terms of doing and not&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;in terms of being.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;We think that when we’re not doing anything,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;we’re wasting our time.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;But that’s not true.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Our time is first of all&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;for us to be.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;To be what?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;To be alive, to be peaceful,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;to be joyful, to be loving.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;And this is what the world needs the most.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;We all need to train ourselves in our way of being,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;and that is the ground for all action.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Our quality of being&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;determines our quality of doing.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;amp;ndash; &amp;lt;cite&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;, *11 October 1926 - †22 January 2022&amp;lt;/cite&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;</description></item><item><title/><link>https://lstd.to/@alliswellinthegreatmess/posts/20220122132133/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2022 13:21:33 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://lstd.to/@alliswellinthegreatmess/posts/20220122132133/</guid><description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;#34;/@alliswellinthegreatmess/images/mq2nu5Jp.jpg&amp;#34; alt=&amp;#34;&amp;#34; loading=&amp;#34;lazy&amp;#34; decoding=&amp;#34;async&amp;#34;&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;No coming, no going,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;No after, no before,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;I hold you close,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;I release you to be free;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;I am in you&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;And you are in me.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;amp;ndash; &amp;lt;cite&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;, *11 October 1926 - †22 January 2022&amp;lt;/cite&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;#xA;</description></item></channel></rss>