Say say bringing m/bye with hey. waves move out, blanketing. tiny nuggets bonded with flowing potential.

To work with. a quick wind meets no resistance, carrying my materials away.

Great Peace needs no introduction: Space and Blue.


posted by Ngawang Zangpo at Monday, October 23, 2000

My wife said that in a dream we were at the dharma center and I was forcing her to do things that she didn't want to, trying to make her play playstation games that she doesn't like. I had given her a gold and silver necklace before, and she had forgotten about it and didn't wear it. So I gave it to her again, and she was glad.
posted by Ngawang Zangpo at Thursday, October 19, 2000

Here again I feel I have rediscovered the necessary motivation for enlightenment, and the attendant feelings and sensations, the view etc. This satisfies me for a small time, and then we go into the thicket again.

Burn the thicket. Akanishta.

I read the blog of some girl, it is called "bitch". She attacks things. She has lots of energy. At times she hates it all but then she laments that people are so cold and unsympathetic. Burning thicket. i sent her a message, I told her I was sending her a diamond.

posted by Ngawang Zangpo at Wednesday, October 18, 2000

Someone, making cynic incantations in my ears. Making trouble. Has some interest in it maybe. "I want some something."

Cut it in half with a light swing. Just a slice; then burning and boiling.
posted by Ngawang Zangpo at Monday, October 16, 2000

Today is the full moon.

Going to New Orleans, we'll eat some Nepalese food, by the Lama's brother-in-law.

Later, I'll see a movie in the festival. It's the Phish movie, Bittersweet Motel.
posted by Ngawang Zangpo at Friday, October 13, 2000

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posted by Ngawang Zangpo at Friday, October 06, 2000

Great Completion
posted by Ngawang Zangpo at Thursday, October 05, 2000