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.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Thangka Shop, Kathmandu
If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.
If you want to be happy, practice compassion. - The Dalai Lama