Joy knows, and Longing has accepted,-
Only lament still learns; upon her beads,
Night after night, she counts the ancient curse.
Yet awkward as she is, she suddenly
Lifts a constellation in your voice
Glittering, into the pure nocturnal sky
Rainer Maria Rilke
Other than the precious mind, there is no buddha, no ordinary being. The Vajrapanjara Tantra
Joanna's Invited Views: In this section of Precious Mind, I am presenting a harvest of articles, websites, poetry that appear relevant to my understanding of Metahistory.
These eclectic views are guiding stars for my mind and heart.