If I search your face only looking for my reflection
How can I see you as you really are
If I fill the hours with empty chatter
How can I hear you when you finally decide to talk
It is love, indeed
This that brings me to you
And this is why a new house needs to be built
With doors big enough for understanding and compassion to fit through
~by Jenifer Edwards
A chain of fragrant flowers, these snow mountains are tranquil and fresh.
In a healing land where white incense rises sweet,
May the gracious beauty of luminous moonbeams,
Light of the spiritual and temporal worlds,
Conquer all strife, the darkness of the shadow side.
~His Holiness the Seventeenth Karmapa, Ogyen Trinley Dorje