Tanka after Reading Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche, “Prayer”
All the places her armor cracked
are left unmended.
Brighter now, she recalls
how she used to impugn the sun
when she could not feel the light.
December 3, 2011 by Rosemerry
Tanka after Reading Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche, “Prayer”
All the places her armor cracked
are left unmended.
Brighter now, she recalls
how she used to impugn the sun
when she could not feel the light.
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warmer, too, I suspect?
I like that about the armor, that it cracks of its own nature. Our nature: to repair it. That sense of openness is what your ending celebrates. I’ll have to look up the Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche, “Prayer”