Shangpa Teachings -- II

I have often seen the Buddha in a pine tree,
And the energy of the entire universe
 In the golden light of the sunset upon the hills.
Twisted branches against the sky,
 And dry stream beds in the desert.
Such suchnesses contain all the secret teachings of the great traditions.
Like hearing a chorus of birds in the early morning air.

Those who would call themselves touched by Grace
Put legs on a snake.
For I have it,
And you’ve got it
And so does that lichen covered granite.
It’s sad to see so many
Still glued to the phone,
Hearing the message repeated
Until it becomes meaningless.

I’d take this view of the sunset over an iPhone any day,
The patterns in the cracked mud to any laptop you might throw at me,
And these pink clouds to any television.
Blessed are they who crave,
For they will come to life.
Blessed are those who test us,
And those who help us.
 Blessed are our mothers.
Blessed is a cup of tea with a friend,
Blessed are thou.
Blessed are the pine cones
And verse
And vibration
And music and
I and I.
That which runs through all things is all things.
Unity. Bliss.