Saturday, December 01, 2007


Who sees in all of us the same despair and crippling sickness.
Who holds us all as precious.
who hears our cries, tends our wounds and waits how ever long he must, for our eventual arrival. Chenrezig pure of form and color; be the kindness in our emptyness

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