Winter’s Ballet

The snow is easy, it just falls

on several notes                                                       

played by the wind.

 

In between the trees

winter’s first appearance

 swishes like a skirt, across the yard.

 

Harmony

in commotion,

in all those exclamations

 

innocent and clean. I

watch the ballet

and listen

 

to an orchestra unseen.

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“It is said that King Ajastashatru had strong imprints for understanding emptiness, which was activated in the following way: one day, he invited Manjushri for a meal and was just about to offer him a very fine garment he had made ready, when Manjushri disappeared. Feeling very disappointed, Ajatashatru put on the garment himself and momentarily also disappeared. As a result of this he gained the understanding of emptiness.”

 Geshe Sonam Rinchen