The Coming of Light*
Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
..Open your inner eye and observe yourself. Stop searching for a lamp outside of you to illuminate yourself inside. Kindle your inner light. Then the teaching will live in you, and you - in the teaching.... -Chögyal Namkhai Norbu
Reprinted from "Dzogchen: The Self-Perfected State" (Part 1.1)
GREETINGS TO ALL FROM TSEGYALGAR EAST
[Photo credit: Dharamsala candle by Rosemary Rawcliff]
*Poem by Mark Strand Reprinted from the Academy of American Poets website www.poets.org