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November 2008 
A son's grief and a mother's legacy
Posted on May 14th, 2007
by 
dragpa gyaltsen
dragpa gyaltsen
Who is this me that feels this pain and grief?
What is this form that takes this shape and seeks relief?
Yet, to just inquire about these things does set apart
that perspectival point of view that wounds this heart.
I AM that I AM that never fades
was never born, is now, and still remains
whose face was there when brillance burst at the big bang
and set in motion this cascading realm of space and time
this dance of Lila raising rocks to life and on
to self reflective consiousness that feels its mother's death
and learns that it is one with all that is
and feels the pain more sharply…
yet suffers less.
What is this form that takes this shape and seeks relief?
Yet, to just inquire about these things does set apart
that perspectival point of view that wounds this heart.
I AM that I AM that never fades
was never born, is now, and still remains
whose face was there when brillance burst at the big bang
and set in motion this cascading realm of space and time
this dance of Lila raising rocks to life and on
to self reflective consiousness that feels its mother's death
and learns that it is one with all that is
and feels the pain more sharply…
yet suffers less.
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