yesterday, Typepad wasn't letting me "IN". I kept trying and finally gave up, and i noticed, without the usual sense of annoyance. Was just how it was and really, ok, and dusk became night and things were good.
I associate this with the work i am needing to do with the Practice. Needing to do this more focused and consistent practice so i can stay Ready.
this torn out pic from some magazine years ago…the 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso, whose child name was Llamo. On the Morning Chair Wall. Born 10 years before me. My name given at Refuge being Karma Dondrup Llamo. i like saying that name, Llamo. a name we share. It's his eyes.
so…when waking in the night and either replaying the useless dreams OR….entertaining the equally useless What Might Come To Be, i envision these eyes and say again and again and over and over the common Mantra of Compassion…Om Mani Padme Hum…or as it is in Tibetan, Peme Hung. Soon, i sleep and wake Ready. ok.
i'd forgotten to drop off the Mouse that was in the Tin Cat Live Trap. Woke in the night, thinking how after the peanutbutter cracker there would be thirst. Got up. gave water with dropper.
looked a lot at her, the dreaming one
is she dreaming, or does Something dream her? Can i ask to be Dreamed?
the irreplace able Hoodie.
the Energetic Substance from which EveryThing arises
there were a couple stray threads that i left and stitched in to the substance. I like this. will remember.
I think of moving to California. How there i will find a Teacher. Sangha. In the meantime, i'm on my own.




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