yeshes.online

untrue, of course. but winded nonetheless. my local practicioner-teacher, guru when Rinpoche is traveling, he called me shortly after the last post.

for those unaware, scrytch is a recycling bin for writing. to try and define it more would only define it less. for reasons that would be obvious to any involved, i cannot participate there. nonetheless, i do participate.

it is interesting how things appear when needed.

let me tell you a story. it’s sad. you’ll cry. a comedy of errors, mistakes on all sides, none benefit.

let me tell you a story. it’s funny. you’ll laugh. a comedy of errors, mistakes on all sides, none go unpunished.

doing the right thing is kind of like questioning sanity…. as long as you’re wondering about it, chances are, you’re alright. it’s when you never question it that you’re in trouble. tonight, michael is added to the practice. as i go through the day, in the back of my mind, he is contemplated. the practice is already underway, but the words are reserved until the evening meditation, where they will be added to the others and placed here. after The Fire, in the cooling ashes, the ember yet is. edit to add today’s drop of insight, just found: “The purpose […]

practice and practice and practice… returning to the practices and making a point of doing more than thinking of them, more than merely speaking of them. making a point of practice. i often wonder how these two halves that are so very disparate from one another can co-exist in me. seems like romulus and remus. bodhisattva and bhain sidhe. sigh. anyway. enough of me. practice. it’s time.

close enough, but not quite spot on, re-written to speak to things at long last gone…

some of this is hard to put here. but i vowed to do so. weeds as well as flowers. bah. me and my frakking insistence on keeping vows. :(

“Either way, change will come. It could be bloody, or it could be beautiful. It depends on us.” om benza sattva hum.