- To Meditate In The Wild Woods -
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“Her form, a peaceful grove of fresh blossoms,
Pleasingly dappled with the soothing moonlight of compassion —
The sole restful tonic for those long exhausted —
I honor the miraculous wildwoods,
Which I see now as if for the first time.
 
Since I am broken-hearted here in the city of existence,
My mind sends these tidings its own way —
A story about resorting to the peaceful forest
For someone who will apply their heart to the Dharma path.
 
I see the truth that this life won’t last and is swiftly heading toward ruin,
That even this body which I’ve so lavishly cared for will be lost,
And I’ll have to head off alone to parts unknown.
So now, I’m off to the wildwoods.
 
When I get distracted, I lose sight of the path to freedom —
Which is solely responsible for prolonging my saṃsāric suffering.
Now that I’ve seen the plague of conceptual thinking,
I’m off to live in the unborn peace of the wildwoods.
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All these outer things we keep looking to
Are impermanent and completely unreliable —
Seeing how they change like autumn clouds,
My heart knows I must go to the peaceful wildwoods.
 
The sun of the good times of yore has set
And the moon of mean people is on the rise;
The darkness of evildoing māras closes in on all sides.
I see it, so I must go to the wildwoods right now.”
 
- Longchen Rabjam
 
Painting on 18x24" canvas, plus custom handmade frame
Hang wire on back
 
✨I am open to selling this piece on a payment plan - if this interests you, please email me at gilliankeller05@gmail.com
 
🔮May You Be Blessed - May You Be Ever Lucid🔮