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Dear Respected Thay, you are a beautiful continuation of spiritual and
blood ancestors across the ages, like a lotus in a sea of humanity. In
your whole life of practice you have made an infinite contribution
towards peace in ourselves and peace in the world. You encourage us to
come home to ourselves, to be present for one another, to be as one
body, to breathe as one body, and to go together as a river. You bridge
differences and fill chasms, and always find the most beautiful gems in
each culture and in each faith in order to enrich our path of practice,
and inspire in us a direction and a course of action to take so that we
can contribute to humanity’s collective wisdom, so that Buddha
Maitreya—the Buddha of Love—can manifest each day in the form of a
sangha.
Dear
Thay, as we end the year, and as your physical body may play hide and
seek, we give ourselves permission to grieve, to cry and to remember
you. At the same time we come home to the present moment, looking deeply
to recognize you in each brother and each sister, each flower bud and
new leaf, in each passing cloud and beautiful walking path—in the many
wonders of life. Some of us have been your life-long students, some have
been to retreats, some have read your books, and some may have never
met you but have spent moments enjoying a cup of tea in silence or
admiring nature’s beauty with clear eyes—in one way or another, we know
you, Thay, and we can recognize you in our very own practice.
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