"I am sorry to hear that ,
May you and your family be well.
May you and your family be at ease.
may you and your family be happy.
May you and your family be healthy."
When done, I will know....my path was taken long ago, not to happinmess or things of delight it turns, but a wilderness gray stark and bold nature untold. Every bit of this me, left tattered in shreds upon its rocky climb. I fear it not....it is my prey, it is what I hunt.Its weapons of fear hope regret and doubt, are blunted by my shield. My shield you see it is of emptiness surround....no other. I hunt it. I have made myself strong on compassions feast unfold. I have cleared my eyes, steadied my hand with intent direct....to hunt this thing.
This thing it is found not in cities of delight, nor in family nor pleasures hearth but in combat in mountain top high, breath failing pulse wildly beating, hand furiously funding. I show it no quarter I give it no mercy I care not what limbs it may suffer what eyes it may blind, what family it may seperate, nor life it may deconstruct. It is you see quite wary, and fear I read in these things. The fear that these things bespoke, the fear of its end.... it only can be.
I hunt it and am very close..... its allies surround, its allies they weapons held high, but fail by my blow of emptiness construct. In fear they run, their friend so alone. He is my prey.
So close am I..... I taste its fine blood, I hear its gasping breath, it runs in fear you see..... these things it throws only they it can throw and to the ground they fall uselessly abound. Emptiness surround.
I am a hound on the scent, a wolf in for the kill, a hawk in it glide down, a sword in its stroke....this thing I hunt it is called me.I fear it not nor any of its weapons, so slight are they. In the suns first dawn of emptinesses beam they melt.
My breath it breathes not me it seems.... but circumstance surround. This me it thought it was he, you see....this breath surround. A choke hold I have about it....it will not escape. The breath it is not me, but emptinesses construct, circumstance, what is caused will effect....nothing more nor less. Not a bit of me.... it breathes. NO me there is to breathe. it breathes, me.... not.
So tempt me not C. YOu mean well, but I hunt not fear things of me surround. They are my prey. I await them with eyes wild and wide..... open. Blind I will not be. Swords stroke it comes to neck of this thing called me.
No...I want none of those things you speak of C. I want me.....it is my prey.It's bell of doom...it is ringing.
Can you hear it? Quite loudly it peels. It's bell of doom and soundness deconstruct. I await it.....in emptiness's dawn, I await it and will not be so distracted.
When done C....I will as has been said....give it all back to you.
"This order considers that progress can be achieved more rapidly during a single month of self-transformation through terrifying conditions in rough terrain and in "the abode of harmful forces" than through meditating for a period of three years in towns and monasteries"....Takpo Tashi Namgyal.