What is this “I” that shines so briefly in the clear cold blue sky so brilliant? lung-ta wafting in the breeze, sparrows twittering, tshampas chanting puja of the passing, lopon’s reading so rapidly. Then all is enveloped in a silence nurturing the next moment of arising.
This locus of self-awareness of all-that-is acknowledges gratefully the myriad threads and interactions that give rise to whatever coherence there is within.
Here is simply life’s essence, being on-going, expanding, exploding, swiftly washing over mind. Tendrils extending to entwine and re-arises the knowing of all-that-is.
— Chris at Yangleshod, 1508 NPT, Fri. 17 Dec.