January is stock show season in Denver
Bulls with blackened hooves
ready to tap dance….
their curly hair blown back by a hair dryer,
The bull is the beloved!
An oiled Nundi!
The warm smell of animals has a settling effect.
Can I just stay here until spring?
It’s not an easy time of year.
I have to be careful not to slip on the ice
and then there is so much to feel.
In my childhood friend’s Christmas letter
along with the photos of her family
she told me of her intense health struggle
and I am brought to my knees.
In the Tibetan book of the dead
It says that, when we have passed through
the different forms of light and then dark
with it’s fullness( tricky going here)
“We get to a place where we know
that our willingness to include it all
with arms open, heart let go-
matters more then we can imagine
and at that same moment…
that all the suffering was Bliss.”
We were always in Nirvana, in Bliss.
( with Nundi)