This last week, which has been a confusing and 'rocky' one for me personally, (Did I tell you yet the wonderful story of our return to Rift Raft Car Salesmen?) also had a window. IN all the selfishness, love given, love taken, screams cries whines and pleadings: "No Daddy, I wanted the Peanut butter bumpers cereal too (Keith had to settle for Cocoa Krispies. We didn't get Cocoa Krispies when I was a boy. They cost too much and we weren't allowed 'desert for breakfast'.) I saw a little peek into a class act, and this lightened my own load. There are people all around us, giving. The giving goes everywhere, to Nepal and Reno and in dim rooms and bright ones, even in the munk compound. Yangdu says we all suffer while we're here. There is suffering all around. There is pain carried along without a complaint or a word for even a nod of sympathy. We all do in different ways, but my respect this morning is going out to all those who quietly go about their lives without asking for help, giving it instead.
What do you say to these people?
Thanks.
Thanks for the bright Light. It sure helps me walk easier; I can see the Path.
I probably didn't make that damn path like I thought I did.
It was always there.
munk
What do you say to these people?
Thanks.
Thanks for the bright Light. It sure helps me walk easier; I can see the Path.
I probably didn't make that damn path like I thought I did.
It was always there.
munk