My link to the western world. A written and photographic journal of my travels in Asia.
Here are some pics of my lobdrah dang lhoma which is tibetan for "school and students". I like my job a lot. I honestly didn't think I would enjoy teaching as much as I do, but it's fun.
posted by Konchok Ngodup @ 7:28 PM
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"A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker." - Buddha Shakyamuni
"When harmful places are abandoned, disturbing emotions gradually diminish. Being without distraction, virtuous endeavors naturally increase. Being clear-minded, certainty in the Dharma arises. Resorting to secluded places is the Bodhisattva's practice." - from the 37 Bodhisattva Practices
"In brief, this alone is the definition of introspection: the repeated examination of the state of one’s body and mind. I shall practice it with my body. What is the use of merely reading the words? Will a sick person have any benefit merely by reading about medical treatments?"-Shantideva
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Wow Johno I can feel the strong peaceful vibrations from here through the photos! Love it!
Looking forward to reading your book; got a name for it yet?
Sounds like you are having a big inner detox! Yeah make the most of it, like everything it will soon be over, one day: "The time is gone, the song is over"
Norbu/Jyoti
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Time
(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
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