This is a picture of my Lama, Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo.She is made of compassion. “Whatever I have to do to help others…. I WILL do…..I WILL do.” She says we have spent many lives together or each of us would not be with her in this life time. She does indeed hold my heart in the very palm of her hand. I feel safe with her because so many Lama’s from this and other lineages have such respect for her. She knows the Buddha’s teachings as if they are a very part of her own breath, and every time she teaches I am awakened to a new part of myself. One of the things the Buddha taught is that every being, EVERY being (not just humans) have, during one life time or other, have been our mother! We have lived so many countless lifetimes, it’s impossible for us to even imagine. It gives it a whole different dimension the next time you want to swat a fly, or step in a slug.
I was thinking today, who would want to read this blog? Am I just dancing with myself? Am I expressing random thoughts for really no reason? That maybe what I need to do is write poetry, or short stories that are fiction. At least they may raise some ones eye brow.High in a treea crow perchesblack against the grey skyA dot … a thought in my mind.
High in a tree Sits something suspended Something paused Something dark. And alive with light. Letting go of thought Letting go of attachment. Letting go of object And subject And wasting time on the hole in my mind. What comes before time? What comes before mind? What helps us know That we are not blind To all that is and all that isn’t While still caught high in the tree A dot against the sky.
