sanscritbirdmandala2image © 2009 Donna H. Chiarelli

“I offer every fruit and flower

And every kind of healing medicine

And all the precious things the world affords…

All the sweet and lonely forest groves…

Lakes and meres adorned with lotuses,

All plaintive with the sweet-voiced cries of water-birds

And lovely to the eyes, and all things wild and free

Stretching to the boundless limits of the sky;

I hold them all before my mind, and to the supreme buddhas

And their heirs will make a perfect gift of them….

For I am empty handed, destitute of merit,

I have no other wealth.”                 -Shantideva


~ by dutchghetto on January 29, 2009.

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