May his dharma activity ever expand! Remembering Khenpo Karthar Rinpoche this week; while knowing he is beyond coming or going, wishing we could all see him again. Lama Khyenno

PROSTRATIONS

A Poem By Scott Lawrence

I acknowledge the errors

and set sail with their wind

into the beginning of this storm:

this practice of my two feet of mud and sunshine

and my forehead which touches earth and floors repeatedly

this practice of my two hands folded leaves

and buds in spring

of my stomach a river

of my backbone a bridge across chasms

I came to you before

asking for blessings and whatever I could carry away

hoping to pay with muscle and brute

determination.

I came with the colours of desperation.

Now my buds are my own

I turn myself into a horse burning in the sun

I pour myself into my own waters

I bow down for the pleasure of it

overwhelmed 

to find you enthroned regardless of our weeping.

It is I who come to meet you

and come to meet you

and come to meet you

without expecting

affirmation throwing hope

over grabbing my own rope

and climbing it

toward your ever

lucid presence.