Tears of Shiva shed into rivers. Cherry blossoms fell. The goddess of the confluence admired them for a time
before she released them. The tears scoured suffering. The petals added beauty. The river flows on.
I watch where streams of consciousness flow into one another and write what I see.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Examine Your Beliefs
Thangka Shop, Kathmandu
After examination, believe what you yourself have tested and found to be reasonable, and conform your conduct thereto. ~Buddha