Composed by the Yogi Tang Tong Gyalpo, translated by H.E. Kyabje Zopa Rinpoche at the time of the terrorist attack in New York and Washington d.c., 11 September, 2001, and edited by H.E. Lama Thubten Namdrol in Nov 2002.

nia.

residual thoughts and general rambling. can’t say there’s anything important or interesting in this one.

bit of an epiphany.

er… that’s quite a leap in visits.

this is not going to be a nice, happy post. you have been warned.

funny little regionalism that sticks in my head in this moment. fya is ‘for you’. only most times it really wasn’t, i suppose.

thoughts before bed.

a friend was telling me the other day about how the term ‘too late’ had become something of a wry reminder about opportunities untaken that turn into themes whose refrains continue in a regretful melody throughout life.

no point or purpose to this one… just something of an obligatory, daily entry. i’ve been feeling very centered these last few days. therefore, all hell must be about to break loose somewhere. heh. actually, not, i’m not claiming that. i believe and think that i’m heading into a transition of some sort. i’m curious at to what it is, because it isn’t something that leaps to the forefront of my mind when i try to think about it. this last year, 2007, has been a year of self-examination, dissection, and contemplation. as the year draws to an end, i’m […]