its elemental

Now a days I walk down the mountain to train my mind on the language of the Tibetans and my spirit on the way of the dharma. As I walk back up the mountain, I meditate on what I learned.
Languages of the heart.
Letters as characters, vowels as sound vibrations, the tounge generated from the roof of the world.
A language unlike any other. Excersize for the mouth, the body, the mind. REconfiguration. body heart mind spirit.

Languages from the heart.
The dharma, buddhist philosophy is simple. Of course the most simple things in life are often the ones most overlooked. We absorbed thoughts on the nature of the mind.
The nature of the mind is that of a crystal. Life shall be a discipline of maintaining its purity. It is always like this crystal, but its quality changes according to how you lead this life, and most important your control of the thoughts that come through the mind. It is a choice. Yet it is more so a practice, that takes patience, determination, and great compassion. Like clothes, the mind gets dirty, but can be cleansed with effort and good intention. After washing, the stains are gone, but the cloth remains. The wisdom of the mind is always there, but it gets burried by thoughts, extreme emotions, and lack of discipline.

AS we go throught this life, we seek happiness. Yet often all we find is suffering. As we change our mind to recognize suffering as the profound ebbs in this flow of life, we can find the light of the crystal reflecting even though the darkest moments.

And as we see this more clearly, we cease chasing and biting our own tail, and rather flow forward with the momentum of positivity.

As like attracts like, life begins to grow rather than recede with time.

It may seem a strange thought to some, but the dharma explains that this life is one of thousands of lives we will live. For as we are all made of energy, our energy will continue on when our bodies dies. And it is my understanding that this crystal mind we hear of is in fact the energy of consciousness, and it is this conciousness that we are to honor, cultivate, and pass on with grace. It is our duty as beings. It is the real work.

Life is short, but cyclical existence in the chains of suffering is forever. Until you begin to cultivate the GOOD. Even in the BAD.

So this dharma ramble comes as the clouds move in, the rain tempts us, and I yearn to share these words.
May this find you at peace, and if not may you find peace through the suffering.