Since last time, a new class (the poetry one) has started. There’s a workshop coming up in July. I’ve been thinking about the possibility of longer retreats, if that could work somehow (at the Newbury location).
I’ve been working a little on reworking Milarepa’s songs. Here is some.
This lonely spot where my hut stands
is pleasing to the buddhas, a place where realized beings live,
a refuge where I live alone.
Above Red Rock Jewel Valley
white clouds glide by.
Below the Tsang river gently flows.
Vultures soar between the two.
Bees are humming among flowers,
intoxicated by their fragrance.
In the trees, birds play,
filling the air with their song.
In Red Rock Jewel Valley
young sparrows learn to fly,
monkeys enjoy leaping and swinging,
and other animals running and racing.
I practice relative and ultimate bodhicitta and love to meditate.
All you local demons, ghosts, and gods,
drink the nectar of kindness and compassion,
and then go home.