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DAY 419 A TRUE STORY

I meditated a long while this morning
I consciously continued
Past the point I would typically
Turn back
The mantra was simple at this point
May the suffering of all beings come to an end,
May your suffering come to an end,
It began to have the rhythm of a field of bicycles
May the
suffering
of all
beings come to an end,
May your suffering
come to an end.
Suddenly I broke through
To another realm
I saw drops of water falling into a pool
Rain began to pour
Although soaked to the bone
I was compelled to go on
May the
suffering
of all
beings come to an end,
May your suffering
come to an end.
May the
suffering
of all
beings come to an end,
May your suffering
come to an end.
The rain became a flood
I chanted on beneath the din of the deluge
All the colors of the buildings swirled into the water
The yellow flowers and green trees
Glints of red from the rusted tin roofs
Even the sky leaked gray and blue into this world
Colors began to bleed and muddy the waters
I clung to my chant
Buoyant as a Raft of Life
Until at last

I let go.

(previously published as: Day 420, here is Part Two of “A TRUE STORY)

Three horsemen came riding out of the mist
One of the men, clad in the leather armor of a Samurai
Scooped me from the water
I could see I was but a tiny child
Resting there in the arms of safety
And they took me far and away
Up into The Mountain
To the Village of The People
To whom I was delivered
The Warrior set me down upon a great smooth ceremonial stone
All the people who gathered there to greet The Tiny Visitor
Knelt in silence, waiting
I looked to The Samurai
And he nodded
I announced in my little person voice
May the
suffering
of all
beings come to an end,
May your suffering
come to an end.
The people began to cheer and laugh
Shake hands, hug, and clap each other on the back
Transparent hearts lifted into the air everywhere
And The People received the news with such joy
That all the colors in the washed out valley below
Returned to their rightful places
Transparent hearts floated like balloons and bubbles in the air
And the birds sang so sweetly I never wanted to leave
Until I heard it
The voices of The People chanting
May the suffering of all beings come to an end,
May your suffering come to an end.
And I heard the message for myself
And knew it was finally time
To go Home.

-j-

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