Great Masters never die…
Another long, sound, rest, it’s nice to see the sleep challenges of earlier this year were not unbreakable.
I was grateful yesterday to have found my way to a memorial for the late Rahob Tulku, Thupten Kalsang Rinpoche. Rinpoche was not well known to me in this life, though I have benefited directly from his teachings as those that have instructed me have received instruction from him.
Much of the sharing came directly from Dan, who eulogized his friend by sharing illustrative stories that pointed out the many and deep qualities of this remarkable being. A gifted meditator, prodigious scholar, great teacher, profound musician, and humble man, was left embedded in my heart, perhaps most strongly for his compelling smile.
After Dan’s stories, we took a moment to break and then came back together to be led through a guided meditation of remembrance and realization of the gifts of transmission of this awakened master. From this more luminous place, many students then shared particular memories of events and the indelible impression was left upon them for his presence in their lives.
In closing, Dan reminded us with a warm heart, “that great masters never die and can emanate in whatever form, or where ever they place enlightened intention.” That suits me just fine, having just met this remarkable being, I am grateful that Rahob has entered my life and will be a part of it for all the years that remain.
After starting out the day with novelty yesterday I used the unsettled quality of the rhythm to reorient some weekly schedules and tasks in hopes of greater efficiency. The day flowed nicely and I was able to get much of the weekly clerical business handled.
This morning I will take breakfast, organize some projects with Caroline, and then turn my attention to joining the first offering of the Younify initiative, something I have watched at some distance now for a few years brewing, the inspired vision of some of our own perhaps Western versions of enlightened service.
I look forward to learning there today, some new vision of how we might all collaborate together to heal the wounds of our separation from one another, from nature, and from ourselves.
Later in the afternoon I will turn my attention to dialogue with another friendly face I have found emerging in the field of our collective intention for a Renaissance into a new global well-being.
In the larger scope of my personal efforts to contribute, I am focused on, as many readers of this page may know, bringing the germ of well-being that we have learned and practiced here in my home and around this condition of chronic paralysis, into some greater contribution to the ecosystem of the world.
Today this means doing the work to cohere a formal container for the endeavor, but also finding the description that resonates is most true with regards to the profoundly interrelated nature of our challenges in the world today, and how those may, and perhaps must, be meaningfully touched by an omnidirectional and integrating awareness of care.
What feels like poetry comes easily to my heart. Poetry I think is the language of enlightened species, though we have many paths to walk I think until we reach that place. In the meantime I’ll need to be more fierce in my learning to translate poetry into prose into schematic into form.
Thank you for reading, and if you are so inspired, keep wishing me luck! 🙂
God gets to know things, we just get to ask questions…