my daughter wanted to make sure that what she sent for mother’s day wasn’t late. so she overnighted it. yesterday. i received it at work today and had one of those ‘uh oh’ moments…

Uninterrupted compassion is like a river. It does not tire or become discouraged. It is equal to the limits of samsara. – Drigung Bhande today’s lessons rests in the telling of the trials of Asanga as he struggles to purify his obscurations. how he wearied for trying to see Maitreya and, when he finally did, he cried out for Maitreya’s witholding of himself from view. but Maitreya responded saying it was not that he was ever less than present, it was only Asanga’s own obscurations that impeded his ability to see him. to prove this, he had Asanga carry him […]

this likely won’t sound any odder than anything else you ever read here, but tuesday feels soft.

popped awake from a weird dream and with a compulsion to act. setting it here.

hurray, i’m employed. other news follows…

late night analogy and comfort. i take it where i can.

i’m transplanting.

every now and then it occurs to me how much of the mess in my head is self-inflicted. pun. entendre. hah. actually, it occurred to me again tonight as i wrote those words to another and realized in the moment of the writing that i was talking to myself more than to them.

someone recently wrote: “Most every game is exhausted of its lessons, eventually. The player who has become bored with a game, and the player who decides a game has been mastered, reach the same end, and stop playing.”

i spent most of today out and about. the beach. the boardwalk. a movie. the beach again. drowsy and semi-wakeful, i had a dream.