The following is from a teaching by Jetsunma Ahkön Lhamo.
"How much you do, how little you do, how honest you are, how real you are, how well you apply yourself, it’s really up to you. On this path, literally, the ball is in your court. You can do anything. You can achieve enlightenment, and you can also do absolutely nothing while you're working real hard looking like you are. Think about that and have courage. Have the courage to really walk through the door. That is all anybody asks of you. I want to see you walk through the door of liberation and be free. That’s the point, isn’t it?"
-- Jetsunma Ahkön Lhamo
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 23, 2010
All that's in between
All that's in between
Take my feet
so you can travel to the places you love
Take my hands,
fold them in prayer,
and know god again.
Take my ears and
listen -- the vibration of love surrounds you
Take my lips.
They will whisper, "I love you."
I'll give you my eyes so you can see in this mirror,
your magnificent soul of a saint.
Use my arms when yours are weak
to gift to the world your grace
Use them to embrace
your dreams,
your desires,
your children.
If you find your voice won't cry for help
my lungs will shout for you
And if the burden weighs too much,
take a rest -- I'll carry you.
You can have my heart
when you forget how much I love you.
Take my feet
so you can travel to the places you love
Take my hands,
fold them in prayer,
and know god again.
Take my ears and
listen -- the vibration of love surrounds you
Take my lips.
They will whisper, "I love you."
I'll give you my eyes so you can see in this mirror,
your magnificent soul of a saint.
Use my arms when yours are weak
to gift to the world your grace
Use them to embrace
your dreams,
your desires,
your children.
If you find your voice won't cry for help
my lungs will shout for you
And if the burden weighs too much,
take a rest -- I'll carry you.
You can have my heart
when you forget how much I love you.
Mar 14, 2010
The Sun Would Boil
The Sun would boil the Potomac River right now if it weren't for this fog suspending it above high tide.
From this section of river the sun has lept into the air, feverishly thawing, simmering and warming.
The sun has punched a perfect circle through the fog, a thick paste smeared over the lens of the sky.
From this section of river the sun has lept into the air, feverishly thawing, simmering and warming.
The sun has punched a perfect circle through the fog, a thick paste smeared over the lens of the sky.
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