sharon's BLOG

by Tsangyang Gyatso

A moment gone, hoisting the wind-horse banners—

but not to beg good fortune . . . only to welcome your return.

A day gone, raising the sacred boulder pile—

but not to accumulate virtue . . . only to cast a stone in your heart's pool.

A month gone, setting all the prayer wheels turning—

but not to achieve transcendance . . . only to brush your finger tips.

A year gone, prone in the dust of the mountain road—

but not to make obeisance . . . only to press into your warmth.

A lifetime gone . . . turning and turning, mountains, rivers, stupas—

but not to seek rebirth . . . only to meet you along the way.