The following is from a series of tweets by Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo:
Some of them are prideful, full of themselves in a way that precludes actual opening. Like cigar smoke in a furnished room makes a man.
Some are like Nero, madly playing in the bubble of delusion while samsara burns. Burns.
Some are ignorance. Like eyes watching a world of smoke and mirrors, totally orchestrated by madness.
Some are mechanical, reactive, tight. With a prototype protective covering, no one will notice they are not quite human.
For some it means nothing. Awake, asleep – shallow and deep. Up and high or on the fly – maybe you can’t help it. Or maybe I can’t.
Some go evil. Manipulation is evil. Like raising my kids. No one can discipline unless they have birthed and loved, wanted the best for them, I believe. And stick with that.
And the killers? Just keep them from harming more. I don’t care if they watch cable , swim, and have massage all day.
I wish we could all sit down and pray,
make offerings in some peaceful way,
for our selfishness we could offer light
no reason to fight.
Listen, we can do this,
we can blow right through this,
if we never take our minds off what’s right- Ja!
I could go on all night! Hallelujah and Amen!
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