bewilderness; what to do, what not to do…

Hunger & self-denial – and our attachment to it…born in the USA!

Over the years I have been best friends with pets, plants, and the zafu. They always laugh at my jokes. Even loneliness became a friend. That was the final killing. I love Mara and Ananda equally – but drinking the rice milk offering for the temple- the best teacher of Reality and Dream.

I remember a woman I encountered in Bodh Gaya, India. She had a baby strapped to her body as she sold pots and pans. She started talking to me in Hindi and I couldn’t understand what she was saying. She pointed to the pots and then to her baby-girl, proceeding to become louder with hysteria as her eyes filled with desperation. I looked around for a translator-I didn’t know what to do. I could have bought a pot, I suppose. But at that moment, all I could think of was reaching out. I stroked her face, like she might do to her child. I looked into her eyes, she started to become calm.  She was then quiet,  looking back. Time kind of stood still.  We smiled, bowed and I walked toward the temple.

She is me- I think of both of them often.

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