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The Soul of the Wheat was Once a Common Man
The soul of the wheat was once a common man.
And they say he led a common life
as a common farmer
tilling the common fields of Tibet.
And practiced Buddha's teachings
and sometimes made a Mandela, sang a chant.
And when he was dying, he prayed to be one
with pure light & color and
in the eight days after his death (they say)
his body grew smaller and smaller—
still smaller.
And by the eighth day
all that remained were
his fingernails, his hair
and all that remained were
a white sheet they wound around him
and a room in his white house filled with
bright lights of every color—a rainbow filling up the air.
And that is why they say in the advanced practices of Dzogchen
This is the rainbow body you can achieve through prayer.
And on the eighth day
his soul climbed the bardo of becoming
& the karma in his soul traveled
to become one as:
The Soul of the Wheat.
Ner Tamid
My husband and I
have this lamp in our
living room.
It stays on all day
and all night. If you
try to
turn it off, It just
goes back on
and stays
like that. If you try
really, really hard
it goes off
for a few seconds
sometimes minutes
sometimes
a whole hour and then
it's back on again. We've
wondered:
is it the bulb. But then again
we haven't changed the bulb
in the ten years
we've lived here. So how
exactly does this work.
Is it a spirit.
Is it a ghost. Or maybe
It's just a magic lamp
and we should
start making wishes.
Already some of our
wishes have
come true. So, maybe
it's already working
for us.