fignja
peec aizraujoshaa Baumanja staastijuma par Kailashu vakar
sanaaca mazliet paklimst pa centra ielaam.
shkjitu sev jau esam notveeris taadu iekshejo harmoniju,
ka nez kam butu janotiek, lai mani no taas izsistu,
bet tieshi tas arii notika. jo degjeneraati, -
apzheelinj, kaa vinji speej mani uzvilkt,
vispirms divas izteiktas vīriešu dzimtes maukas,
un dazhus kvartaalus taalaak triis alkohola pilni viiri,
sakjeerushies soljo pretii un jautaa kaut kaadu s*du. atbildu
ar tieshaako no skatieniem, kaa jau ierasts shaados gadijumos,
lai nebutu jaatbild ar kaut ko lieku.
kad manaa daarzaa ievieshas nezaales, manii pamostas pljaaveejs,
tachu, pēc pieredzes - jo vairak tas pljauj, jo vairak nezaalju rodas.
tadaa gemoroja katra pukje burtiski vai lauzh savu existences celju
taa notiek vienmeer - un likumsakarīgi, vai ne. :))
"keep on going, keep marching," saciija buda.
doties celojumaa apkaart savam Kailasham,
ravēt pasham savu apzinjas darzu.
apguut kaut tikai mazliet vairaak pacietiibas, iecietiibas, uzmaniibas.
iesaakumam, pa mandalas diametraali vismochnaako apli
whatever cik daudz kilometrus tas prasiitu
vai muuzhus.



I have understood this body of mine to be the product of ignorance, composed of flesh and blood and lit up by the perceptive power of consciousness. To those fortunate ones who long for emancipation it may be the great vessel by which they may procure Freedom. But to the unfortunates who only sin, it may be the guide to lower and miserable states of existence. This our life is the boundary mark whence one may take an upward or downward path. Our present time is a most precious time, wherein each of us must decide, in one way or other, for lasting good or lasting ill. [..]

/Milarepa/