In meditation like space,
Clouds and haze are its pleasures:
Remain in its vastness without center or limit.
In meditation like the sun and moon,
Stars and planets are its jewelry:
Remain in their space, bright and clear.
In meditation like a mountain,
Plants and flowers are its finery:
Remain in their sphere unmoving, undisturbed.
In meditation like an ocean,
Waves and backwash are its movements:
Remain in their sphere deep and unfathomable.
In meditation on the unborn realm,
Thoughts and images are its manifestations:
Remain in their immensity, vast and lucid.
Milarepa
12th century Tibetan Buddhist master
Photo: Rabbitbrush, Cottonwood, and foothills; near Bellvue, CO; October 16, 2012
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