Blessings of Shangpa

Transcend attachment to form.
Transform attachment to expectation.
Be still.
Let the air fall in and out of your lungs.
Watch the evening light play against the pine needles.
Chant a mantra that feels right.
 See the patterns of a veiny leaf.
Why am I writing that which cannot be put into words?
Let the moon smile down on you.
Count your shadow as your friend.
What are the spines on the cactus of yourself?
Let all sounds be music.
Disregard all these instructions.
 Let the wind soothe you, And the birds proclaim your ecstasy.
Feel the flow of all things.
Where were you while chanting?
Let the mantra chant you, but be here.
See how small things really get,
And from the top of the hill,
Reassess.
Realize that every tree is as good as the next,
Every view as meaningful as the last.
Every breath, a super nova.
Make what movements you wish,
What noises you will,
And don’t judge.
It’s harder that you think
Because if it’s done right,
You aren’t making any of them.
If you get cold, relax into it.
Make life like a dance,
Or the last five minutes of a middle school dance –
Blissful, content, having taken the step.
Where to next?
 Does the smoke from a campfire ask that?
Why should you?
Burn this paper.
Follow this paper.
Choose what you like and disregard the rest.
We’re blessed to breathe
And see a blade of grass jive in the wind.
Now, please.
Let it be.
Everything is perfect, just the way it is.