There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are. ~Chögyam Trungpa
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love your little quotes zippy!
I sometimes forget the wealth of wisdom the Vidyahara ("wisdom bearer") left us. He has never ceased to be my teacher, even though I left the Shambhala path twenty years ago. This quote is particularly apt as I mourn the death of my father. I am happy to say that I harvested some of his compassion before he died and must now make it my own. Thank you Father. Thank you Rinpoche.
miguel- you've inspired me over the years as I've traveled the Buddhist path. In fact, I think you are the first Buddhist I'd met (that I knew of). You are in my thoughts and prayers during this mourning period. Though, I know for you, it's also a time to honor your father and embrace all he gave while he was with us. Peace and love to my dear friend.
Dear Getzapped,
The living truth of these lines especially for someone like me, brought tears to my eyes!
And didn't you tell me not to cry below... :-)
susan- I'm delighted by the tears this quote beckoned. Lovely that you shared this. ; )
idham- I would be honored if you linked this url.
Peace~
Well, I needed a bit of inspiration today.
Beautiful indeed. This is so true. Of late I too have learnt (better late than never..ha ha) that life is basically made up of a lot of 'that's-how-things-are'. Once we understand this, and accept this, it suddenly becomes easier to weave through the rest of life's abyss..
Reminds me a bit of Jesus' parable of the sower; scattering seed on the different paths. Some seed falls on thorny ground, some on rocky ground, some is snatched away by birds, but some falls on good soil and reproduces itself 10, or even 100 times over. He explains that the seed represents the Word of God in this illustration.
(can be found in Mark 4, Luke 8 or Matthew 13).
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