True Compassion...a poem

Sometime go outside and sit,

in the evening at sunset,

when there's a slight breeze

that touches your body,

and makes the leaves

and the trees move gently.

You're not trying to do 

anything, really.

You're simply allowing

yourself to be,

very open from deep within,

without holding

onto anything whatsoever.

Don't bring something back

from the past, from a memory.

Don't plan that something

should happen.

Don't hold onto anything 

in the present.

Nothing you perceive

needs to be nailed down.

Simply let experience

take place, very freely,

so that your empty, open heart

is suffused with the tenderness

of true compassion.

Tsoknyi Rinpoche

From my spot under 

the chestnut tree.

Letting it be.

Jeanne xx