A reflection on my teacher.

Dear Lord of goodness, although you dwell within the ice cave of the hidden realm, and I cannot hear
your warm voice and hear your sweet words of dharma, I try to put your advice into practice. The
advice I have not yet applied I still remember. That is no excuse, but I have not yet conquered my
weak intent. If I abandon coffee will I find stillness easier? I suppose just to follow your close lineage
instruction means to honour my samaya with you. That being so, I should attempt this simple task. How
will I accomplish large things if I cannot start with small things?
May these reflections bear fruit