| After death, according to the Tibetan Book of the Dead, all creatures then
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| spend 49 days in the Bardo. |
| And the Bardo isn’t a place — it’s more like a
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| process, that lasts 49 days, as the mind dissolves. |
| And, as the Tibetans
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| believe, the consciousness — or let’s say the energy — prepares to take another
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| life form. |
| Bleep. |
| Bleep. |
| All goes to darkness. |
| And the next thing you see is
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| your next life. |
| A slow awakening to this world, or another world.
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| Now you are in another form. |
| Without a body
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| Recognise this
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| The cities. |
| The mountains. |
| The rooms. |
| The trees. |
| The trains
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| Optical illusions. |
| Not there. |
| Like dreams made of nothing
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| Things you love, just living things, move with a different speed.
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| They disappear. |
| Echo. |
| Repeat. |
| (…a different speed…) Anger, turned to
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| liberation. |
| Earth into water. |
| Water into fire. |
| Fire into air. |
| Air into
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| consciousness. |
| The many days of silence, and loneliness. |
| You are not alone in
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| leaving this world
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| At first you don’t realise you’re dead, but continue doing things you used to
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| do. |
| Looking for things you’ve lost. |
| Your mind overwhelmed by memories.
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| And plans. |
| What am I? |
| What am I? |
| (…looking for your food bowl and wondering
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| where…)
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| Recognise this
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| The monkey mind, my teacher calls it. |
| Dissolving like moonlight in a cloudless
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| sky
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| Recognise this
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| You can move through walls
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| Recognise this, as the play of your own mind
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| Leave attachment to the things you left
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| Could I have done this? |
| Could I have said this?
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| (…get some good food and bring her home…)
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| The long ago fears of childhood. |
| No solid self. |
| The longing after your own
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| happiness. |
| (…own happiness…) The longing after your own happiness. |
| (…
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| own happiness…) Trapped in your thought flow
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| Wake up
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| Wake up
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| Clocks have stopped. |
| Once you wore that. |
| Once you did that. |
| Everything you knew
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| about time, slipping, repeating…
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| Do not be afraid
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| Like all mornings, (…just as you say…)
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| Recognise this
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| Leave behind aggression. |
| Leave behind passion
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| Recognise this |