The Naming Man

In his school years he was good at naming things. Trees, minerals, the anatomy of rabbits, butterflies and all things he saw or imagined he saw. Later…much later, He realized he knew nothing of anything that walked the earth or grew upon it or flew above it. Later still, his internal organs began to name him. Bushes and flowers named him as he walked by. Birds called out his various names, his species and sub-species, the Latin nomenclature, the exactness of his being. He heard all this naming through an open window in his head that could not stop reflecting thoughts back to him. As most seekers do he sought the advice of a guru. “Your mother did not love you not just the way you wanted her to love you, and so you had to name all that she was not. “What!’ he said, is that your only answer! “I could name a thousand more,” the guru replied, “but you have already named them, and so they in turn named you. Now you are caught, pinned like a moth to a display board… go now and un-name yourself!” He thanked the guru, hesitated, then foolishly he asked the wise man - for his name?