Please call me by my true names
so I can hear all my cries and
my 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.
I gather my words with a spoon
and they turn into soup!
I gather my words with a rake
and the beautiful fertile earth shows --
I gather my words with your love
and I become silent.