Guru L’Ang Po often spoke about carrying, about picking things up and putting them down. Each of them talking, as part of the ceremony, far beyond form and emptiness. The seasons changed, the war intensified. Ice-caps were melting too quickly. In Mexico together, we all sat down to sew, to stitch our names in the fabric of time.
Liberation, freely given to all concerned, just something to pull about our shoulders. Example and precept. Precept and example. Not a ruse, but an affirmation. Far afield, we have chanted the Moon’s name, held in abeyance by long-time donors. Silent voices—alive and well, after all is said and done. Hal Halvard Johnson ================ |
