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Death Is My Friend (Poem Regarding Yamantaka)
Death sits with me, my faithful companion.
We have known each other since my birth.
Sometimes I have ignored their presence,
To be startled once more when I noticed them again.
I remember over and over
That this is merely my familiar friend.
Their fierce visage is meant not to frighten,
Only drive away my aspects which prevent a meaningful happy life.
When finally we walk away from this existence together,
I will not be alone but with my dearest guide.
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Losar Reflection (Poem For the New Year)
Let me grateful.
For when I awaken in the morning.
If I do so with relative ease and comfort,
This is a joy.
If I do so with suffering and pain,
This is also a joy.
Whatever happens, I have enormous opportunity.
Whether the day brings a chance to actively study and reflect;
Whether the day brings time to pause and rest.
Each provides an expedient time to practice.
May I seize every occasion possible
To act with kindness, compassion, and patience.
Towards myself; towards other beings; towards the world.
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Mise En Scene (Poem For Feb 27-PouncePunk22)
Consider your landscape and your place therein:
How do you move within this tableau?
A masterful stride that crushes underfoot, unheeding and careless?
A mindful walk that considers terrain, thoughtful and considerate?
Are you owner of all or simply another piece of this whole?
The answers we give delineate and determine our surroundings.
Interior and exterior, these are intertwined and essentially the same.
Trample unseeing the grass and insects; build without ceasing regardless of cost.
This befouls your very air and your indifferent heart. Death comes in many forms.
Remember other denizens have equal claim; think upon the welfare of earth, sea, and sky.
Understand this enables all to breathe with comfort in concert.
Easy? No. Your replies, my replies, our replies shape the common ground.
Think. Be aware. Transform your mind.
