This is a copy of a short writing by a highly regarded Tibetan Master who’s teachings I used to attend in the 80’s in St. Helena, Napa Valley…My wife Linda copied it out by hand onto a view we had from the Oakville Crossroad where we lived, to the Mayacamas Mountains where Sun would set.
He was a very powerful teacher and in the year or so I attended his talks I was able to steady my foundation in the Dharma. I didn’t know that at the time, and there can be a fair question as to the steadiness of that foundation today.
One story I heard him use to answer someone’s question as to the efficacy of sitting in meditation for only an hour each day was;
‘If you have a herd of 24 horses, only one of them is the leader, wherever she goes, the others will follow.’
Nevertheless, a rock is a rock, the
Only thing that may matter is
Placement within its surrounding
Area and its current circumstance.
Free, in a wall or in the cement;
Perhaps in a brook, a garden or
Blowing as dust in the wind
It is where it is and how it
Got there is just a story.
Many rocks, mountains of stories.