heart sutra
Ive been meaning to sit down and write...but i put it off for things like...listening to music and reading Essential Tibetan Buddhism by Robert Thurman.
the latter of which confirms that the one psychic that I have ever spoken to was right about me; in my last life (if such a thing exists) I was an ancient oracle....a healer. Its all I have ever wanted to be.
Heal Thyself. thats what Ive heard whispered to me in dreams while i sleep.
heal thyself indeed. bury the hatchet. give it a resting place. let the blood dry and become part of the earth again. say a few words. and leave some flowers.
Once a year remember that fight. And thank god that you made it out alive.
let me write these words; I wonder if I can really mean them enough one day..to save myself and to truly live up to my full potential...
May I be the doctor and the medicine
And may I be the nurse for all sick beings in the world Until everyone is healed.
May a rain of food and drink descend to clear away the pain and thirst and hunger and during the eon of famine may I myself turn into food and drink.
May I become an inexhaustible treasure for those who are poor and destitute; may I turn into all things they could need and may these be placed close beside them.
May I be a protector for those without one, a guide for all travelers on the way; may i be a bridge, a boat, and a ship for all who wish to cross the water.
-Shantideva's Bodhisattva Vow
for all the wrongs Ive done and all those that I have wronged....forgive me.
Love and Peace
