From where come you
My thoughts
You’re not, you are
Again you’re not
You lead me to your sons and daughters
I have known your ancestors
But on careful inspection
You disappear into silence
Come back and make a stand
But no you fold
Like a nomad’s tent
A shadow hiding
-purushottama
This is from the collection of stories, essays, poems and insights that is compiled to form the book From Lemurs to Lamas: Confessions of a Bodhisattva. Order the book Here.
The collapse of the nomad’s tent is such a visual image of a kind of relaxation, a return to effortlessness, a ceasing to be the particular. So helpful. Thank you.
Love.