Mark/ Who is Mira?

December 17, 2001

Dear Mark,

You have the Goddess of wisdom and compassion by your side. That itself

shows that you are a person of great merit. Be at peace.

Love

Harsha

White Wolfe [valemar.1]

.....i met a bodhisattva on the road and she didn't say anything....she

picked up her bag and headed further up the mountain....i'm still following

her....funny thing is that every time i try to pass her i end up stumbling

backwards a step or two to discover that she is also behind me to catch me

and make sure i don't fall too far....funnier still, when i look into the

mirror in the morning after waking from dream she is always looking right

back at me....funniest thing of all, she never says anything to me because

she is always listening and waiting for me to say the right thing....when i

do, she smiles and merely picks up her bag again and heads down-stairs,

makes breakfast, washes the dishes and then takes the dog for a walk in the

park....as i walk with her through throughout the day i find she is holding

my hand helping me to stop forgetting that i am always, no matter the

appearances of things, walking further up and further into the sacred

mountain.....after each successive 'enlightenment' the dirty dishes are

still there to teach us that always the journey begins again.....what does

my bodhisattva teach me, what do i hear myself telling her?.....humility is

infinite.....the ground of humility is love....all that is, exists between

these poles....this grand duality is reconciled by the compassion in the

sacred heart of the noble warrior.....i follow my beloved....my mirabai

teaches me, to paraphrase the motto written in her heart, our hearts are

carved out of eternal suffering by immortal love.....redemption is realized

as we discover that the goal is the journey....the lover and the beloved are

one.....as long as one creature suffers, i am and remain....^^~~~~~

further up and further in,

white wolfe

December 18, 2001

harsha-san...your healing words come to me today with the sweet balm of a

white tiger.....who is mira.....she is my beloved.....she smiles in the

sunrise and weeps in the sunset...her laughter is the liquidity in

water....her dance is the emptiness amidst the snowflakes....where she is

not, i am....where i am not, she is....she is the nothingness that cradles

my form and i am the somethingness that gives definition to her

emptiness....although we appear to some as shiva and shakti, it is all

illusion, we are one and the same in each other's compassionate eyes.....as

she is mine, i am her beloved.....namaste.....^^~~~~~~

further up and further in,

white wolfe