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Like a Dewdrop

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Asana in the woods
hot summer day
reaching for strength
diving deep to find my breath
I remember how simple it all is.
Just this moment,
this body,
this breath.
This little puff of wind,
the chorus of bullfrogs,
clouds drifting by,
everything constantly changing.
I remember the impermanence,
how I am,
how existence is
like a dewdrop in a blade of grass.*

*Still loving the Tokmé Zongpo quote featured in my last post.

A Quote From Reflections on Silver River

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Tokme Zongpo quote

I’ve been enjoying reading Reflections on Silver River, Ken McLeod’s translation of Tokmé Zongpo’s Thirty-Seven Practices of the Bodhisattva.  This quote touched me so deeply I felt inspired to take a picture of dewdrops on grass and find an app that would let me add text to the photo.  It ended up being a therapeutic photo editing session.  Win-win!