Point me to track 9¾ and just like Harry Potter
I clutch my cart, close my eyes and run at the wall
Trusting those who’ve gone before
Archive for March, 2012
Running at the Wall
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In the Kitchen
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The masters’ eyes all twinkle
They see what we’ve overlooked
They’re basting us in blessings
‘Til our samsaric goose is cooked
Visualizing
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Refreshing cool of inlaid floor on soles of barest feet
Pull of muscles moving arms and legs in common beat
Caress of soothing air that’s perfumed warm and sweet
I take refuge in the lama, Buddha, dharma and sangha
100,000
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In the beginning, impossible!
Like pi and the speed of light
Like the number of galaxies in the cosmos
A mind-stopping thought
An absurd imaginary number
The only thing to do is start
Absolute Reminders
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Done in a crowd, it’s not singular
Asking for help, it’s not independent
Dissolving, it’s not permanent
Reminders when taking refuge
Of ego’s deceiving falsehood
Off the Cushion
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Off the soft and silent cushion, life is hard
Besieged and heartsick, often at a loss
When wounded by the hurtful daily dross
Not knowing what to do, take refuge