This was a silent retreat, solitary except for morning teachings. Brilliant.
(1) Note the bandaid. Also note the mudra, called Turning the Wheel of Dharma or, as I prefer, Buddhism Is the Fucking Shizzle.
(2) Prostrating on a concrete floor continued.
(3) A phase of fantastically colorful paranoia ensued. Note pupils...
(4) Result! I made it through the karmic laundromat all nice and clean.
...this is what I was looking at when I took that last one (real actual photo, taken September 5):
1 comment:
Telling by your tongue and complexion it looks like you got some Spleen Deficiency with Stomach (dry) and Liver Heat. Try juicing cucumber, broccoli, daikon, grape fruit and pineapple.
Were you in Crestone?
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