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November 2009 
How do you respond to being alone?
Posted on Jun 14th, 2008
by 
sherab
sherab
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for June 14, 2008:
Alone, I write, practice music, compose on the computer and make colorful graphic things.
I cook chickpeas and lentils and record my experiments for sharing.
I blog. meditate and practice guru yoga. I imagine all the pain that befalls my friends and family, and i try to take the blame and absorb it into myself.
I imagine the whole world filled with rain lilies and fishermen, butter beans, beggars, and bartenders.
I know i'm caught up in the world. every bead in the strand, every thread of my cloth, was some one else's work.
I can't imagine "alone."
my eyes all grey
the sound of wind
rushing water.
no voice.
the weight of mountains.
is that what it would be?
Hello?
I cook chickpeas and lentils and record my experiments for sharing.
I blog. meditate and practice guru yoga. I imagine all the pain that befalls my friends and family, and i try to take the blame and absorb it into myself.
I imagine the whole world filled with rain lilies and fishermen, butter beans, beggars, and bartenders.
I know i'm caught up in the world. every bead in the strand, every thread of my cloth, was some one else's work.
I can't imagine "alone."
my eyes all grey
the sound of wind
rushing water.
no voice.
the weight of mountains.
is that what it would be?
Hello?
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dear friend, you make alone transcendant… thank you for this
hey there. loved reading this. butter beans. I was reading a poem by mary oliver this morning. my dog just brought me his wet teddy, and she wrote that she wanted to die on a day when there was soft rain that rained all day and it reminded me of your rain lillies what ever they are are and what is guru yoga. jen
jenni,
The rain lillies are a kind of pale pink crocus that blooms just after rain here in Florida. I haven't seen them much in recent years, but now the rain has brought them out.
Guru Yoga is a practice of honoring one's teacher, or teachers, and looking to them as a point of refuge and permanence in ones life.
some Tibetan Buddhists practice this.
This is part of Tantra, and I might get things wrong if i try to say more.
I was thinking that everything comes from somewhere.
It's like the prayer is thanking the person who taught you to pray.
But the practice i was thinking of was called ”the shower of blessings.”
Nicole,
some of the words i said here were borrowed from a meditation on death which i learned / am learning.
I really wonder about Mary Oliver. I read one poem and keep coming back,
but there are so many others.
yours was not this one.
w
that is not the poem. but i like that it. i love her poems. something about them. i will find the poem for you and write for you. There is another one about a swamp I like. I like that about the guru yoga and i wish I could see that flower.