chameleonian times

The one who begs has a bleeding heart 
softly flying down the drain
of forgotten yesterdays gone blurry
in slow deaths inviting for a last dance
or up the branches of the tree
of blue open skies that wait for nothing
more than 
a smile

Wiser focus when
calling to the stars
for loving awareness

“Sadness rages like a great fire, though in mind, there is no wood. A storm of tears pours down ceaselessly, though in the sky of my eyes there are no clouds.”

– Shabkar (in The Life of Shabkar: The autobiography of a Tibetan Yogi)

“Once you have understood the union of emptiness and the dependent arising of phenomena, you will see clearly how deluded and deceiving the ways of the world really are, and, like an old man forced to play children’s games, you will find them very tiresome. When you have realized the utter foolishness of spending your life attached to friends and scheming to subdue your enemies and competitors, you will find it tedious. Once you have been struck by the pointlessness of letting yourself be forever influenced and conditioned by your habitual tendencies, you will become sick of it. … That will inspire you to strive towards liberation — and by striving for it, you will attain it.” 

– Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche