It was cold upon our arrival
Rinpoche had his eyes checked; all is well
The snow melted in South Orange
It really really snowed!!!
who taught me Iyengar Yoga
I only spent a moment in America, not long enough to see dear friends and family. My apologies to all; I had to be back in India before the expiry of my visa at the end of March!
I returned to the heat of the south where Krishna waters the thirsty plants
and we try not to move too much
George has a new grandson, and guess what he’s called...
A delegation of Marthoma Syrian Christians presented me with a Tibetan Bible
and the trees still dance delightfully outside my window
and enjoy Suresh’s momos.
All is well.
Some serious and others less so
and on to Delhi where samsara exhibits itself playfully
and Russian devotees convert
where livin is easy, even in winter
and a roof over our head helps
and life goes rolling along
with a tea break every now and then
Hello from Police Headquarters where I submitted my application for a visa extension
The inspector kindly poses with his new phone
I’ve been told to carry on as abbot of Rato… these are some of our Rato monks...
and who’s father is over 100
and stop in Bangapour to visit Abdul, master builder who constructed Rato Dratsang
And now in Hong Kong where life continues
Arrival in Patna, capital of the state of Bihar
The most revered image of the Buddha, said to have been made by a celestial artisan during Buddha’s lifetime
Offerings around the Mahabodhi Temple — Om Mani Padme Hum, the mantra of compassion
A pilgrim turning his mani wheel among the stupas on the Mahabhodi Temple grounds
as others meditate, chant and circumambluate
while their sister engages in intense mindful practice
to visit the place where Buddha engaged in six years of austere meditation
fasting to the point where his ribs and veins protruded, before accepting Sujata’s rice pudding and gaining the strength to realize enlightenment
Buddha walked the land of King Bimbisara
where he taught the Perfection of Wisdom
his most essential teaching, "...form is empty, emptiness is form, form is none other than emptiness and emptiness is none other than form…"
This poor cow lies beside the holy peak
and hopefully hears recitations of the Heart Sutra
while others try to make a buck promoting Mother India
and yet others prepare Shiva-inspired shack-tea and tandoori rotis
And then... Patna Airport where we’re reminded of the madness of life
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